So I was just talking to Dad a little bit ago. We shot the breeze, talked about photography and scopes and stuff. Stuff most guys talk about (signal dropped before we could get into Tanks). He asked how C was doing, but with an expansion to the question.
I guess you all know roughly how she’s doing with the pregnancy, life being upside down, and everything else. But you mostly know that through my one-liners, and through our events. I don’t really seem to get too much into detail on how she’s doing. The big thing here is, I find it hard to speak for others. Keeping that in mind, I think there are two points to make here:
First up is privacy.
Now I’ve always been super open on the net (or, as others would call it, Teh Internets/z). Dunno why, but I always have. Google me and you’ll find me elsewhere too. For many years (and still some to this day), I hid behind the grey cloud of the net. It was more of my life than the real part.
But C is not (and has never been) like that. She has always kept herself from being a fixture of the internet. When I was hiding in the 1s and 0s, she was out living life. She never thought to tell someone in Zimbabwe or Cambodia or Israel what she was doing.
So I guess the first part here is, while trying to find a balance between posting too much and not enough information on the internet, I refrained from sharing too much of her personal stuff (or stuff I may have deemed too personal). After time, that has degraded to sharing very little.
Second point is sharing.
Yes, it’s my name on the URL. But I try as hard as I can to make this our blog, even if she doesn’t post (yet). As you read, you’ll notice that on my geeky posts, or my rants, you’ll see me use “I” and “my” (and I guess clarification posts too). But the ones pertaining to both her and I, you’ll see I use alot of “we” and “us”.
I did this because, as much as I wanted to climb upon the clock tower and share my excitement from a strobe-light covered bullhorn, I chose not to. Why? Because this is our pregnancy, not just mine. I didn’t want my excitement to take away from C’s, or “cheapen” it. I did that once with her. It broke my heart when I saw that, because I did it, she couldn’t. Its hard to excitedly tell someone something if they already knew.
Now, having made those two points, you can begin to understand my mindset coming into this blogging thing. But, I also understand that some folks come here to see how we’re doing “passively”. Its easier to find out this way than to have longer conversations (I’m not knocking that. I do it myself, so I totally understand). Life gets hectic, and its hard to dedicate the time to a full conversation when really, you just wanted 5 minutes of information… and had a spare 3 minutes to check in here.
So, after my nice long explanation (and a bit of an apology to the faithful readers here), I give you “C Update” (a feature I will try to make a little more regularly with the Saturday morning posts).
C Update
C is doing wonderfully. At 35 weeks, she is carrying it so well! Her feet are hurting more, and she’s getting stiffer and stiffer, requiring nightly foot rubs (and she’s all broken up about that). But she has reached this level of “calm” that I just can’t adequately describe. I now understand, though, what they mean by that “glow”.
She absolutely loves being pregnant. She is experiencing something that no man (well, biological man) will ever. A connection that we men can only envy, and never understand. She has felt every moment of this baby. The first flutter. The first kick. The first hand grabbing ahold of something “Ouch, let go that hurts!” moment.
She is getting to know our baby’s personality (drummer, boxer, or marathon runner). What the baby responds to. What time the baby wakes up in the morning. What foods the baby agrees with. Those traits. She’s said she will miss it, and I’m sure she will. But, I think she’ll like being a mommy more…. until the “terrible twos” and the “teens”.
After being away from the house for nearly 2 weeks, she loved sleeping at home Saturday night. Par for course, though, she almost wanted to start putting things back in order that night. Thankfully (and I mean that nicely), she was too stiff and sore to try. Sunday, though, she was nesting away.
She has many of the same fears that I do, as have many of you. Who wouldn’t? She’s a first time mommy! That is why I so openly share with her my absolute faith in her ability of being a wonderful mother. Cause she is.
And she’s looking forward to meeting our little one, though she’s scared to death of actually giving birth. She doesn’t do well with pain. But with our support, she’ll do just fine. She’ll forget all about the pain when she looks at the little one’s precious face.
Conclusion
So there you have it. That’s the best I can remember, without giving out too much. For the rest, you’ll just have to call or email her! 
