Late Night Musings

Well, it's late Thursday night, I've been meaning to post for a couple of days, and now that I am sitting in front of the computer, I can't quite think of what to write about.

Figures.

Jenn had somewhat of a bad day, feeling particularly icky, slightly dizzy and really sniffly. She is definitely ready for that magical second trimester that she keeps hearing about. Said trimester officially begins Saturday morning, so there is this somewhat wishful, but half-serious expectation that she will wake up that morning feeling like a million bucks. We can hope.

I'm ready for her to feel better, but not because she has been a drag or anything. I just feel guilty because I haven't had to deal with any of the crap she is going through. Hmmm, that sounds a little bit selfish...I want her to feel better so I can feel better.

I did go through a bout of sympathy heartburn this past week. I had it for three days in a row and it seemingly sprang up out of nowhere. I figure it was out of sympathy because I have had heartburn a total of three times in my life up until then, so what else could it be. Right?

I've been really surprised by people being surprised that we are not going to find out the gender of our baby till he/she is born. Whenever I tell them that, they just look at me with this look of "are you crazy?" Well, no, not really. Nowadays, when asked the question "do you know what you are going to have", I say "a human." Someone recently imparted that wise-ass retort to me, but I can't remember who at the moment. Whoever you are, a big thanks...I love the look people give me when I say that.

Some have even commented on how brave we are to not find out the gender until Jenn gives birth. Brave? Maybe for having a child in the first place, but for not knowing whether it will be a boy or girl? I guess it just doesn't really matter to me one way or another -- I'm just excited to find out when the time comes.

Oh, our kid will play baseball. Boy, girl, doesn't matter. Unless he/she doesn't want to. Then subtle forms of coercion will have to be employed. We're not baseball fanatics, I swear...we just really, really like it. =)

Enough rambling for one evening. Off to bed so my sleepy mind can rest.

Peace.