Well I did it again. One of my favorite pastimes. A little thing called... hiatus. Sometimes I just do that. I've started to accept some things about how I am. It's not an excuse. Just a character quirk. I'm not even going to call it a flaw. I write for a bit like a gunslinger and then I fade away like the smoke from his gun. So I guess I'm riding back into town...
For all of the new things, experiences and emotions that have arrived over the past several months, nothing compares to feeling your baby moving inside your wife's belly. For so long I wanted to feel something that I was feeling things that weren't there. It was kind of like when I started smoking weed. I thought I was high because that's how I was supposed to feel. It wasn't until my freshman year in college when I realized.... now THIS is being high. That's how it was the first few times I tried to feel our little guy kicking. Kelly breathing, Kelly laughing, Kelly's heartbeat.. I mistook every one for what they weren't. Then the first time I actually felt it.... now THAT is a kick from a baby. Followed by holy crap. Followed by the immediate need for more. And getting lost again in the incredulty of it all.
The third trimester is here. I told Kelly the other day that the countdown can begin. She looked at me in disbelief.
"Begin? You mean continue? I've been counting down for months you gong show!"
"Oh"
Our boy will not be named Oscar. Although I gave that name a good run. Even putting together an impromptu presentation on how Oscar the grouch was both misunderstood and possessing a huge heart. But it was not quite enough. In the end we'll have something better. And despite my dad's hope that we'll name him after an opera composer, Wotan is officially off the table as well.
Three more months. Let the countdown begi....errr.... continue.
