...and then there were three.

He has finally arrived; my son has finally arrived.

a decidedly shorter period between blogs

I was reading the last few blogs i wrote before i packed it in and you know what? it's fucking irritating i felt the need to stop. I read some of the things i wrote previously and they made me smile. the newness of it, the uncertainty, the fear of the doctor's visits! there is a seven month gap that i should have been recording for me, later, to revisit. that was taken from me.

oh well.

It's funny to read how uncomfortable I was at that first doctors visit; that shit is old hat now. I get so bored that at one point i started playing games on my phone. needless to say, Julie was *not* impressed. we have an appointment today, out 38 week appointment. I think he's going to do a pelvic exam, so we're keeping our fingers crossed. Julie is over being pregnant, for sure. She finally started to grow at around the 7th month and now she has, well, she has a 7 pound baby inside of her and it shows. The poor girl is uncomfortable, she can't sleep, it's a goddamned sweatbox in our apartment and she can't go 10 minutes without having to pee.

The last 7 months have been chock full of incidents and situation, not the least of which was julie's 8 weeks of bed rest due to pre-term labor. we had sex one morning and she started bleeding. she was spotting during the day, and into the next, so we went to the hospital as a precaution when she saw some spotting on the third day. They immediately hooked her to several machines and gave her a saline drip. turns out she was severely dehydrated and was having contractions two minutes apart. This was week 26, mind you. We spent a sleepless night in the hospital as a "precaution" for "observation." the next day we waited and waited for our doctor so we could find out what the hell was going on. Finally, around 6 PM he comes strolling in and we have the following conversation:

Doc: "sooo, i got all the tests back, you're look fine, everything is normal and the baby looks like he's right where we want him to be, so you're done with working."

Julie: *perplexed* "um, what?"
Me: "yeah, what? i mean, huh?" (I'm the verbal one, as you can plainly see.)

Doc: "you're done with work until baby comes" (not a typo - he's asian)

after exchanging confused glances,

Julie: "So does that mean i'm on bedrest?"
Me: " but...what? is she on bedrest? (julie was lucky to have me there at this point. i'm helpful.)

Doc: "yes, you're on full bedrest."

Julie: "*sigh* i was afraid of that."
Me: "wait...what? what just happened?"

Julie and i think that story is hysterical. The guy is so unflappable he is just talking normally and then BAM! out with the bedrest.

Like i said: it has been an interesting 7 months.

and God (me) said: "let there be blog..."

Howdy. cue the imaginary graphics, swell the imaginary music, I'm back to blog. and really, who the fuck cares?

There has been, inevitably, a ton of changes and issues since my last blog in december. Julie is now 9 months pregnant, her due date is only a couple short weeks away, i'm enormously fat (sympathy weight is a mother fucker), and i've learned that the internet really is quite a small place. I still think this is a place that i would like to get out *some* thoughts and feelings but unfortunately, my honesty regarding la familia must be reigned in. well, not mi familia, really, more like her familia, but i don't know how to say that in spanish. So no more drama (hopefully), so this will probably be a very, very boring read.

That being said, if i feel the need to vent, you better believe I'll vent. I'll just vent smart(er), and maybe move this blog...