Beyond the call of (diaper) duty

I can’t count the number of times I’ve thought about sitting down to write this post, only to be pulled away by one thing or another, usually the persistent call of diaper duty. I’m not gonna lie, I had some major anxiety about the whole diaper thing, never having changed one, unless you count the

Searching for the right words …

Ever since Truman arrived a little more than two weeks ago, I’ve been contemplating my next blog post, but it has been extremely difficult to find the time to write it and even more challenging to find the words to do it justice. A friend once told me the greatest writer in the world could

Inching (but not yet centimeter-ing) toward go-time

For the first time since the make-sure-he-is-still-there ultrasound in what seems like a previous lifetime, my stomach was churning on the drive to the doctor’s office this morning. Even though our last visit just nine days ago yielded little or no progress toward Baby O’Clock, there was this strange feeling in my gut as it

A non-update update

A non-update update from the 38-week doctor’s appointment Wednesday: Effacement? Nope. Dilation? Nada.

We’re ready … He’s going the distance

The nursery is complete. No, seriously, we have photo evidence. The hospital bags are mostly packed. All the essential items, as far as we know, have been purchased, with the notable exception that we still don’t have one of these, greatly reducing the odds he will grow up to be a cage fighter. We are,

We now resume this hostile takeover already in progress …

Among the many warnings I have received from other parents about what to expect when the baby arrives, one is really starting to hit home. You cannot believe how much “stuff” a baby requires, they told me. No kidding. He isn’t even here yet — though he should be within the next four weeks —

What I Learned At Baby School, Part II

Well, thanks to the warnings of our friend Allison, I was denied the awkwardness of attending breastfeeding class — and subsequently felt like a jerk when only one other husband was absent, and he’s deployed by the military, but I digress — so the What I Learned At Baby School series has been reduced by

Why I Love Sports (And Hope My Son Will, Too) – Part 1,462,973

It should come as no surprise to those who know us that we are decorating our son’s nursery with a sports theme — sports bedding, sports memorabilia, vintage sports photos (if we ever get around to ordering those). What might come as a surprise, though, is the fact that I’ve felt somewhat conflicted about doing

What I Learned At Baby School, Part I

If you read my last post, you know we attended an all-day class Saturday entitled “Prepared Childbirth,” which loosely translates to “Scaring the Bejesus Out of New Parents-To-Be.” We sat through several videos documenting the “amazing process,” and despite the pretty blatant bias toward natural childbirth, I’m fairly certain the moms-to-be left the room thinking

A little of this, a little of that on a busy baby weekend

It’s time for a busy baby weekend. We’re out the door in a few minutes for an all-day prepared childbirth class, where we will get “an overview of the anatomy and physiology” and an explanation of the process of labor and delivery in simple, easy-to-understand terms. Terms like “woozy,” “light-headed,” and “pass out,” are the