my wife as a house.

our house is quickly filling up with baby accessories. things to dress the kid in. things to entertain the kid. to cart him around in. to wash and dry him with. to feed him. to hold what comes out after we feed him. things to hold all the things to entertain, cart, clean, clothe, and feed him.

tho it's more difficult to chart a course from one room to another, the house has yet to bulge.

then i think of the wife. she is quickly running out of room. and she keeps bulging. admittedly this is relative. she's still a fairly small person. and she's definately not fat. she can't tell the difference but everyone else can. she's beautiful.

the house is filling up. the wife is bulging. still waiting on the kid.

file this under FYI.

the wife was curious as to how much caffeine is in certain drinks because said substance is known to be harmful to baby en utero. alas, same said substance is also a much needed intoxifier for previously mentioned spouse (and for one blogger).

power is information and it was placed upon me to learn the answers for inquiring minds. i think so she could know how close to the edge she could walk without falling over. here's what i found:

which has more, red bull or coffee?

here's an article on false (or pre-pre) labor.

true or false?

kinda sounds like what The Belly has been doing. it had really subsided by the time i saw her at lunch. so, i don't really think we're at the begining of the end.

did i mention the doc leaves on vacation for a week starting tomorrow?

the wife was complaining of crampy pains last night as we attempted to put together a high chair and sorted baby clothes. i said, you mean contractions? she said, NO . . . crampy pains. she was still pregnant when i left for work this morning.

just a warning shot across the bow.

this just in. another email from my dad:

there's a comic strip by & for women called "rhymes with orange". today it's a one panel drawing of a pregnant woman telling a friend:

"once the kid's out of my body, it can have a proper name. but until my organs are back in their proper place, i'm going with 'squatter.'"

great, huh?

i created a baby name poll online because the wife (aka the belly) and i can't agree on a name. here's the link. put your .02 in:

Baby Center Poll

the vote is tied, and i suspect foul play is afoot. i think someone's rigged the competition. i don't mind. the whole thing is pretty funny. in fact, go to the comments (the link is toward the bottom of the voting page). they're classic.

one other thought. i have to say i really appreciate how well my wife has done with the whole host organism thing. she's been a great pregnant woman to live with (not that i have anything to compare it to but i've heard stories). inspite of carrying the equivelant weight of a frozen turkey around all day, inspite of constantly needing to fight back the urge to puke (her morning sickness has lasted nearly 9 months), inspite of hormonal rages which make her cry during the movie Speed, inspite of all that and more, she's been great to live with.

she's going to be a great mom.

i've pondered. this will be a place where i keep the three people who might care up to date on all things concerning the glover trio. currently we're just a duo but we've got it narrowed down to one guy. he's not very talented - he can't talk, breathe air, or even feed himself - but he's got potential. along the way i'll add things of interest i stumble upon (if i can figure out how to use this blogger thingy) and i'll share the thoughts rumbling around my mind (ones that are fit for public comsumption that is).

hope we enjoy the ride.

hello. welcome. i'm pondering exactly what i might do in this space.

i don't want the ease of use to excuse me from thinking before posting.

there is big stuff on the horizon for me. so i'll probably start there. it's 18 days till my firstborn child, a boy, is due. i'm sure i'll have plenty to talk about.

until then i'll fumble about. gimme a few days to get my bearings.