What is it with cats anyway?

I know people mean it in the nicest possible way, but why ask an expectant mom or dad if they are excited? Do ya think the answer is going to be "no"? Can you imagine when someone asks a dad-to-be if they're excited and the guy says "Naw, not really. Kinda disappointed actually." Oh, the look on their face! Maybe I should try it sometime :o)

I really do plan on taking pictures of the baby's room and posting them here. I really do. Procrastination is getting in the way though. I'm definitely a pro at crastinating.

I've become protective of that room too. It's like a sanctuary. The poor dogs, who are used to getting whatever they want, now find themselves under incredible scrutiny when they wander into baby's room. And the cat...forget about the cat. He's banned! We put tin-foil down on the crib and change table to discourage him from jumping up but did it work? Nope. He jumped up on the tin-foil, sniffed it and sat down anyway. Water doesn't work either. We tried that when he used to scratch the couch but he'd just sit there and take it. He's either really dumb or really tough.

Anyhow, my goal is to get some pictures of the room up this week. Until then, enjoy a couple of 3-D ultrasound pictures! Cool...but a little creepy too!

Getting excited!

It seems to be building everyday! We're still a few weeks off the due date (March 20th) but after 34 weeks they won't stop delivery so technically it's possible she shows up early. Althought it's kind of scary to think that she could be born premature, I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't be happy to see her. I'm not impatient yet but I WANT MY BABY!














It's like we're saying "Are you ready yet? How about now? NOW?" Man, that kid'll have some goofy-ass parents!

What's in a name?

At this point everyone is asking us what we'll name the baby. Hell, they were asking as soon as we announced we were expecting. I'll put this out there now so there's no mistake:

- We have a name.
- We're not telling you what it is.

If you need to call her something, make something up. Use your imagination. Just try to avoid calling her "it". The baby doesn't like that and the closest person to take her frustration out on is Erin. And I'm pretty sure being kicked from the inside isn't all that pleasant.

And now, we wait.

The baby's room is finished. Erin and I hung up the last of the pictures yesterday and I gotta say...it looks pretty darn good! I mean, I'm no designer, no "straight guy with a queer eye" or anything but I think we can be proud of putting together a nice room for our wee bairn. As soon as we take some pictures to put up on the blog, I'll prove it.

Speaking of pictures, Erin and I had some done by a friend of ours looking to become professional. I think she did a great job. Check out her website here .They really showcase Erin's pregnant beauty and wonderfully round belly! I love it! I'll be almost sad to see it go but knowing what we'll be getting in return...I'm sure I'll get over it.

It's almost time!

It's hard to believe that in a couple of months, Erin and I will be parents. Sometime in March, our little girl will be experiencing life outside the womb for the first time. It's pretty surreal. I mean, I know the baby's coming because I can see the progression of belly growth, I've seen the ultrasounds (even that semi-creepy 3d ultrasound) and I feel the excitement of fatherhood. But the knowledge that I'll be someones father is a little weird. It's not so much the lack of sleep or changing diapers but more a having a responsibility that trumps all other responsibilties - the nervousness of being fully and completely responsible for a life. A life that Erin and I created and a life that I can't wait to see develop and grow. It's a life that's not a dog or a cat. And a life that certainly won't be named after beer like the pets are. I know. I tried. Although "Carlsberg Graham" has a nice ring to it.