I can’t believe how close we are to the arrival. Nine weeks (or less) and baby Aidan will be a reality, not just a amorphous blob that’s trying to push it’s way out of my wife’s belly. It’s the strangest thing ever to see the movement under her shirt when she’s sitting there on the couch; little feet or hands or something, poking upward in an effort to get more comfortable. If he only knew now how uncomfortable it was going to get once he hits the cold air of the real world, he might not want to come out.
This weekend we attended the baby shower for Leslie’s cousin, who is about 4 weeks ahead of Les. A sign of things to come, we’ve got a couple of our own planned, one for friends and another for Leslie’s extensive family. I know that sounds a little crazy, but when I say extensive, I mean the family is so big, the could form their own baseball league—Yes, an entire league.
Of course, this means lots of gifts, which is nice because some of this baby stuff can’t get pretty damn expensive, but ultimately it’s about sharing something cool with everyone at one time. There’s very little opportunity to get everyone we know in room to celebrate something as awesome as this. Of course there are holidays and other gatherings, but this is a chance for Leslie to be the center of attention for a bit. With the burden she’s bearing, she deserves some attention.
She also deserves a couple bottles of wine, and a chocolate cake all to herself, but that comes later I guess.
