Jamie: Good morning, Darling Husband!
Alex: Grumble… mrf. Why are we up?
Jamie: What day is it?
Jamie: Yes, but what Monday?
Alex: Too-early-in-the-morning Monday?
Jamie: Today’s the 21st, your birthday!
Jamie: [Dramatically indicates her own personage.]
Alex: Um. didn’t I get that last year?
Jamie: Notice anything… different.
Alex: Well, I’ve been meaning to say, you’ve been really packing on the pounds lately…
Jamie: How old are you again?
[A subtly cruel question, since she knows he hasn’t been able to keep track for about a decade.]
[A graceful allusion to pop culture that nonetheless dates him.]
Jamie: Well, we’re off to the hospital for pictures.
Alex: What, have you been listening to the Vapors?
[A less graceful, overly obscure, yet still out-of-date pop culture reference.]
Jamie: I’m sure you’ll figure everything out eventually…
Our first child is due on December 8 of this year. I’m furiously reading various parenting books and trying to figure out who I’ll need to knock off to get him into a decent pre-school on the Upper West Side.
Don’t worry, this blog will remain unfocused, intermittent, and boring. But soon, with more baby!
(The sonograms are in order: April 22, May 6, May 22, July 21, and many more are over at flickr.)