I think the scariest thing about Baby Meatball’s (BMB) impending crash landing on our planet is not knowing when it is going to happen. He reaches full-term on my birthday and after that, we’ll have to be as ready as we can be. I’ve been wondering where am I going to be when it’s showtime – at work, at home, at her parent’s house, in the middle of an ill-advised road trip. I’d say BMB can take his time getting here but I’m not exactly the one pregnant here.
It seems like only a year ago we were registering for our wedding. That was a little overwhelming but still a little fun. Cindy and I knew what kind of things we’d like for ourselves or what would be cool to have. It was building our home together piece by piece. Last weekend, we went into Babies R’ Us to begin the baby registry process. Overwhelming, yes. Fun, not so much.
We walked through the store once again armed with the scanner gun to add things to the registry. As we went aisle to aisle, we realized we knew nothing about what Baby Meatball needs. We added four items to our list and left.
Even before Cindy and I were married, I joked how I would side-eye anyone who gave our future child anything with a monkey on it. The first image that would pop in my head is the “That’s Racist” animated gif. Now that we have a baby boy on the way, I’ve been questioning how serious I am about it.
Our ultrasound technician asked, “Do you want to know the gender?” We both awkwardly said “yes” as if it were obvious that there was no way our parents (well, my mother) would let us get away with waiting until the baby was born to find out.
She continued with the anatomy scan and capturing images of organs and other body parts for the radiologist to review later.
A moment later, she offhandedly remarked, “Well, it’s a boy.”
If I had a mantra in life, it would probably be “better to be pleasantly surprised than horribly disappointed.” It causes me to think the worst possible outcome of any situation so when anything less severe than that happens, I’m happier than I would have been had I just assumed things were going to work out. That philosophy works fine if you assume the New York Giants are going to lose the Super Bowl and they win or if you assume you aren’t going to get that job you interviewed for and you don’t. It doesn’t work so well if your wife is expecting a baby.
When we found out Cindy was pregnant, I was thrilled. I think I actually threw my arms in the air before I hugged her. We had suspected for at least a week before she actually took the test. I wasn’t scared (at least not yet).
Being me, of course I hopped on the Internet and read everything I could about the early stages of pregnancy1. I started following the Reddit boards dedicated to such talk, BabyBumps and PreDaddit. I scoured them for hours reading people’s questions, advice, joy and, in some cases, devastation. Occasionally, one of the posters would tell the group that they would be leaving the board because they had a miscarriage. Suddenly, a train of thought left my mental station without delay, “What if that happens to us?”
Favorite Television Series: Breaking Bad
There were a lot of good series this year – Mad Men, Game of Thrones, Parks and Recreation – but none really had an amazing standout year. However, I found myself anticipating each episode of season 5.1 of Breaking Bad. While it lacked a main villain like season four, it was still fun to watch the evolution of Heisenberg.
Favorite Television Episode: “Blackwater” (Game of Thrones, Season Two, Episode Nine)
While the second season of Game of Thrones was a little slow, everything was building up to this episode and it didn’t disappoint. Between the large scale battle when Stannis Baratheon’s forces arrived at King’s Landings to the outstanding performances from Peter Dinklage and Lena Headey, “Blackwater” showed the all the possibilities of having Game of Thrones on HBO.
Today marks ten months since I was laid off from my last job. In that time, I’ve had a lot of time to reflect and the conclusion I’ve reached is not having a job sucks. I never imagined it would take me this long to find a job. At first, you enjoy the free time and the ability to spend time doing things you would be too busy to do otherwise. As the months roll on, it begins to wear on you. I’ve been unemployed before but I was younger then and more optimistic. Being unemployed in your 30s, it feels like time is running out.
261. As a child, I used to fluctuate between sleeping with the door open or close. The argument I made to myself was “Would I rather see whatever was coming down the hallway to get me or would I rather hear them open door and pretend to be asleep?” I think I settled on the latter
As a child, my father used to let me watch whatever I wanted on television. I don’t think he had a concept for what was a “PG” movie and what was a “R” movie. Maybe he didn’t see anything wrong with a eight-year old watching movies with violence and/or nudity. Maybe he just didn’t care. Whatever the reason, I took full advantage.
I loved watching horror movies. After my parents went to bed, I would quietly turn on the little television in my room, turn the volume low and watch vampire and werewolf movies. When we got cable television in the den, I would sneak downstairs and watching Friday the 13th, A Nightmare on Elm Street and Halloween in the dark by myself. I even got my father to take me to see A Nightmare in Elm Street 4: The Dream Master when I was 11 years old. Kids in the neighborhood thought I was weird.