The count down dwindles
Tomorrow is the day. Unless something happens today/night my "sissypants" will have labor induced tomorrow morning sometime. We have to call the hospital at 5:30am to check on room status and the doc wants us signed in by 6:30am. My nervous have started to kick in. I can feel the anticipation building up. I mean how much closer does this get? Not much more than it is right now.
What do I want? I want this to be as easy on my wife as possible while remaining as safe as possible for our daughter. I know she's starting to get the nerves about what is to come physically for her. I could only imagine. I mean I think it's rough when I eat a lot of cheese... I can't imagine having a baby. I will be there for both my girls and they can take from me anything that they need.
There has been some last minute talk about a possible name change. Going from Gabrielle to Jillian. It may come down to what we see when we first lay our eyes on her.
Gabrielle = God is my might.
Jillian = Down-bearded youth <--- WTF does that mean?
I've been a bit under the weather the last couple weeks. My guts just haven't been right. Just as they start to get back to normal, I feel like I have a head cold. Connor has been sick as well. Poor little guy. He's a trooper though for the most part. Even when he's feeling like shit he'll tell you "Thank you".
I was offered a job. I told them I'd take it, but I still have second thoughts. It just doesn't feel like "it". Maybe it's just because it's been so long since I had my interviews and shit for the place. The whole process took over a month. I had an interview for another place on Friday and if I was offered that job, I'd take it. It pays better, and has pretty good benefits. It's more up my alley too. They said that they would have a decision on Monday or Tuesday. The only problem with both jobs it that they are a good drive for me if we stay in the Jersey Shore school district. The likely hood of us moving is not good.
Speaking of moving I'm all sorts of preapproved these days. Shame everything here is over priced...
The next time I visit my blog I will be welcoming some one new to this world.
Later.
I love you Julie.
What do I want? I want this to be as easy on my wife as possible while remaining as safe as possible for our daughter. I know she's starting to get the nerves about what is to come physically for her. I could only imagine. I mean I think it's rough when I eat a lot of cheese... I can't imagine having a baby. I will be there for both my girls and they can take from me anything that they need.
There has been some last minute talk about a possible name change. Going from Gabrielle to Jillian. It may come down to what we see when we first lay our eyes on her.
Gabrielle = God is my might.
Jillian = Down-bearded youth <--- WTF does that mean?
I've been a bit under the weather the last couple weeks. My guts just haven't been right. Just as they start to get back to normal, I feel like I have a head cold. Connor has been sick as well. Poor little guy. He's a trooper though for the most part. Even when he's feeling like shit he'll tell you "Thank you".
I was offered a job. I told them I'd take it, but I still have second thoughts. It just doesn't feel like "it". Maybe it's just because it's been so long since I had my interviews and shit for the place. The whole process took over a month. I had an interview for another place on Friday and if I was offered that job, I'd take it. It pays better, and has pretty good benefits. It's more up my alley too. They said that they would have a decision on Monday or Tuesday. The only problem with both jobs it that they are a good drive for me if we stay in the Jersey Shore school district. The likely hood of us moving is not good.
Speaking of moving I'm all sorts of preapproved these days. Shame everything here is over priced...
The next time I visit my blog I will be welcoming some one new to this world.
Later.
I love you Julie.
posted by JW at
1:27 PM
1 Comments:
down-bearded youth means (I guess) a child who has a very light and fine beard. WTF indeed.
Good luck with the birthing...don't forget the glass of wine on the way to the hospital.
Regarding the over-price-ed-ness, give it another six months or so, let the market shake out what it is planning on doing, and you may be pleasantly surprised by the change in heart sellers have regarding the perceived value of their property...
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