Monday, April 4, 2011

Can I Get a Witness

Whoa! That's easier said than done isn't it? Who would have known that I have the virility of a Viking? At least that's the thought circling through my cobweb-tinged melon right now. My enchanting bride is probably cursing the feat with the grueling morning sickness that she is presently enduring, however. That being said, I'm going to be a dad. That's pretty crazy, huh? It's weird in a sense. Not the being a dad part, but the part about the eerie calmness that has enveloped my soul. I had envisioned curling up in a fetal position, my thumb stuck in my mouth, as I rock back and forth slowly, muttering monosyllabically over nothing in particular. Then again, aren't monosyllabic rantings generally of the lack-of-substance variety? But lo and behold,  here I am. Calm. Composed. That little monster is going to be the best of my fetching bride and me, and probably Lou, too. It's all pretty exciting.

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