Wishful Thinking

Your eyes are affixed to a pic of our baby's nursery. Looks stimulating doesn't it? There are plenty of CDs to awaken the baby's senses. Hundreds of 'em and they're all Baby Einstein approved (ignore those "Explicit Lyrics: Parental Advisory" stickers please). There's a fascinating graffiti painting (it's says "ERNI" if you're wondering) and that's something to surely send our little one's sensitivities into outer realms that Dr. Spock would undoubtedly envy.

OK. Back to reality. The CDs have been whittled down to not that many--even though it may not look like it. Literally hundreds have gone the way of Ebay and a host of my hip-hop themed toys have just been placed up for grabs on the web. Click here now and place your bids!

As for my prized graffiti acrylic on canvas, I tried to convince my wife that the baby would love it, as it would awaken the senses. Plus, we'd have Bethesda's only baby staring a graffiti painting all day. Talk about bragging rights! Her answer was something to the effect of "You're nuts."

Down, but not out, I wasn't done yet. We had a couple friends over for dinner last night and I posed the question to another mommy-to-be (our pals are expecting almost the same time we are) and she chuckled a bit. "No," she replied with a bit of disbelief. She probably thought it was a joke, but in my vacuous brain, I actually thought someone might agree with me on this one. Traditional nursery fare it ain't, but it's like installing some of me in the baby. Although technically, there should be plenty of that already.

Looks like I need to take one for the team here. Sorry little gal/guy, you would have loved it.

Hormone Free?

As my wife and a couple friends sat in a Silver Spring ice cream store last night, I began thinking of a couple things. I know what you're thinking--and yes--I do this from time to time.

First, why are we are we eating ice cream when it's 34 degrees outside? (for the record, I had sorbet) The next thing that dashed through my mind was because of this shop's hormone-free, homemade ice cream. Hormones were bad, they say. What about my wife's hormones?

After we joked about how they were raging from time to time and how this was just the right ice cream to ingest during a pregnancy, it dawned on me that her hormones are not raging. Oh, they've raged before, but not so much since she's been pregnant. Maybe I've got it backwards. Maybe they're supposed to be cool and calm during these nine months. But instead of out of control mood swings, I'm getting treated to my wife's fatigue. She's regularly tired. Early bedtimes are the norm.

Since I'm much the same way (don't call me after 8:30pm), it's a treat for me. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to take a nap.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.