Right into the holidays

Well, Thanksgiving came and went. We had a fairly enjoyable one – my parents came up to visit for the day, A&M beat the school down the road and The Wife left me to my own devices for most of the weekend while she went shopping.

Leaving me unattended for a couple of days is generally not a good idea, but I actually got some smaller projects taken care of. I also did a fair amount of television watching and goofing off. Natch.

Cue the fake tree

Among the things I got done was breaking out and setting up the Christmas tree and some of the holiday decorations. Martha Stewart probably wouldn’t be impressed, but I was pleased and sufficiently exhausted after trying to create some semblance of holiday cheer in our living room. I still haven’t put lights up outside though, much to my son’s dismay.

When The Wife and The Boy got back into town, they finished things up by decorating the tree. The Boy was particularly excited about helping with the tree, even if most of his ornaments (or “ointments” as he kept referring to them) ended up on the bottom half of tree.

The Boy is still lobbying hard for me to put some lights up on the exterior of the house. I’d be more than willing to, but we don’t have a ladder tall enough to get me onto the roof and I’m too cheap to go buy one and too stubborn to ask a neighbor to borrow one. I’ll probably end up throwing some lame lights out on the shrubbery right outside his bedroom window just like I did last year.

Christmas, Part One

Since The Wife is due to have our second child right around Christmas time, we decided to have Christmas early with our families. She won’t be able to travel anywhere and I’ll be damned if my Christmas Day is going to be spent juggling hosting duties for a gaggle of family and keeping an extremely grumpy pregnant woman from exploding – hence the need to shift things around a bit.

So, we had “Christmas” with The Wife’s side of the family this past weekend. Sure it was December 1st and nearly 80° outside, but The Boy got to open presents, there was really great food and everyone had a good time.

Plus, everyone got to verify for themselves that The Wife is now extremely pregnant. And that’s always fun. Well, except for her, but she’s not really having fun anyway at this point.

Additional Christmases will follow with my side of the family on the 15th and with whatever Santa brings on the morning of the 25th (although that date may be changed just to offend the purists). The Boy is pretty excited about the whole thing. Three Christmases isn’t quite as sweet as eight nights of Hanukkah, but it’s a good start.

Girly babies bring pink showers

The Wife told me that there wouldn’t be any baby showers this time around, but apparently she didn’t get the memo out to her friends. Within the past week we’ve had two showers – one given by her co-workers and another surprise one given this past weekend by some of her friends from high school. (More pictures of both are available here.)

We had a lot of pink stuff before. We now have so much pink stuff it looks like Strawberry Shortcake and Hello Kitty got into a steel cage death match in the Barbie aisle at the toy store. Pink onesies, pink blankets, pink pacifiers, pink bottles, pink socks, pink shoes, pink towels, etc…

Basically, if it’s pink, we’ve got it or it’s currently being shipped our way. Don’t even try to go out and buy anything pink – we’ve got the world’s supply cornered. If you used to have pink things, they’re now in our possession. Sorry about that, but apparently we’re now some kind of black hole that must consume all that is pink.

My slow death by pink aside, thanks to any of The Wife’s friends who may be reading this. She and I greatly appreciate your generosity and excitement for our pending addition. Let’s just hope the ultrasound was right…

Entering the home stretch

Speaking of pregnant ladies and such, we’ve had a pair of doctor’s visits in the past couple of weeks and things appear to be trucking right along. The Baby will be considered “full-term” in a week and it’s just about three weeks from the induction date.

The Wife is pretty much miserable all the time and has started randomly lashing out at innocent bystanders for things they may or may have not done – my favorite part of the pregnancy process. She berated the poor receptionist at the doctor’s office today because our insurance is making us pay our co-pay. She got pretty peeved about someone else thinking they had the right-of-way at a four-way stop (they did, but apparently that’s immaterial at this point).

Sitcoms where the wife suddenly wants to kill her husband in the delivery room are way off… that murderous tendency kicks in somewhere around the 34th week.

I can’t say I blame her though. I can only try to stay out of her way.