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?”
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.
What was the best part? (Tabitha)
My favorite part was the dollar dance. I was concerned that it would slow the wedding down but it really gave me one on one time with a lot of people that I may not have gotten a chance to otherwise. Some of my male friends also got in on the fun. The only downside is that I got inadvertently stabbed by so many pins, I started to feel numb by the end of it.
Explain, in detail, how your wedding did or did not lineup with the following “famous” movie/TV wedding scenes/moments: The Graduate, Ross’s wedding to British Emily, My Best Friend’s Wedding, any Godfather wedding, Twilight wedding, Father of the Bride, The Muppets Take Manhattan, Kill Bill and The Princess Bride. (Jennie)
Well, no one tried to break up the wedding, said the wrong name, was or became a vampire, arranged for the strong arming of any movie producers or was killed before it happened. Also, since there wasn’t a siege on the church making us skip to the “man and wife” part nor was it originally a Broadway musical that Cindy used to trick me into marrying her, our wedding was pretty standard.
I’ve rarely seen groom’s input as many of their own details as you did (cufflinks, comic props for the photo booth, Batman socks). What made you not take the “just tell me where to show up” route? (Tish)
I really thought hard about this one and frankly, it is because Cindy let me. I had a lot of wild ideas about things I wanted to do for our wedding and if, at any point, Cindy had said “no,” I wouldn’t have done it. I might have been salty but I would have acquiesced.
Everyone knows that weddings are really about the bride. That’s why there aren’t any groom magazines. Luckily, Cindy isn’t one of those brides. She let me express my geekiness all throughout our wedding. This is my big day too!
For the record, the comic book props for the photobooth was all Cindy’s idea. I just ran with it. Just another reason I knew I picked the right woman to spend the rest of my life with.
What’s one thing (besides getting married) that you are so happy happened? (Sheila)
There was a point when the DJ started mixing reggae music with some Mexican songs and members of my family and Cindy’s family were dancing together, cheering each other on like it was a dance-off. I was too far away from the dance floor to join in but it made me happy to see everyone having a good time.
Funniest thing said by anyone? (Sheila)
Without naming names, one of the members of the wedding party was in bad shape during the reception. When Derreck, one of my groomsmen, told me about this, he said that person was sitting outside “contemplating his life.”