So… she’s on her way!

Baby time approaches, as wifey’s induction date is Wednesday @7:30am (ok, so not exactly 24 hours… shut up).

Emotions running through my mind are as to be expected by a new father I suppose.  At one moment, I’m anxious, nervous and scared… then the next moment… I’m excited, thrilled and…. well… scared again.  Hell, I’m going to responsible for a human.  ME!  The guy who’s idea of a good night is a game of video games, a room full of friends and a case of moosehead.

I don’t really expect my life to change drastically, but my priorities will change… I’m certain of that.

My child will be #1 no matter what.  I am completely happy with this arrangement and even though she isn’t even here yet… I wouldn’t trade her for anything in the world.

So… for the last year or so, I’ve been running this website.  I’ve had ads showing up to the right, pretty much the whole time. The way Google Adsense works (which is the service I use), is they take the content from the site, and serve up ads based on what I’m prattling on about.

The weirdest thing, is that basement leaks, and basement leak prevention are always high on the list.  This has quite a lot to do with my domain name, page title, among other things. This hit close to home very recently however, as during a torrential rainfall, my basement quickly started to receive what could only be described as a horrific dripping noise behind the wall.   (continue reading…)

So tonight during dinner with Tiff… we were discussing the gruesome truths that come with childbirth. These mainly pertain to the various bodily fluids that are being generated in vast quantities, escaping from her body in one way or another.

While my stomach is normally iron clad when it comes to “the bloody stuff”, a wave of uneasiness came over me during this particular discussion. Perhaps it was the 60+ mussels I’d JUST eaten, perhaps it was the amount of the bill for our dinner, perhaps it was a combination of a few things.

Tiff asked me “Are you going to be ok in the delivery room?”. (continue reading…)

As my friends have become older, more often than not, they have also become engaged, married and eventually fathers/mothers.

I am by no means the last of my group, but I’m certainly not the first. I can assure you, this lack of hasty reproduction has provided me with my fair share of ‘tips’, ‘hints’ and ‘horror stories’ from experienced parental units. As any parent will tell you (I will likely fall into this general category within a month or two), you only speak of the bad, or rather… unsavoury moments.  The good… the genuinely good moments, are rarely discussed. (continue reading…)

So… Tiff has told me that our unborn baby can hear my voice, even while in the womb!  Apparently the more I speak to the baby now, the easier it will detect my voice after it’s born. This is an incredibly unbelievable fact, of which I cannot dispute.  See… Tiff has read more “So you’re having a baby” books than I’ve read books in general over my entire life time. (continue reading…)