Sunday, November 05, 2006

How many more days like this will there be?

With the house prepared, the tiny booties and blankets washed and stowed, the car seat unpacked and installed, we've begun a waiting game. It's 10:48 in the morning on a Sunday, we've both eaten, watched some TV. Beth is taking a nap, despite having gotten 10 hours of sleep last night. It's gotten to the point where I wonder if she's really tired or if she's just trying to sleep these last weeks away so the baby will just hurry up and get here. I can't say I blame her. I've been doing the same thing, really, with video games and so forth. Trying to keep my mind off of the waiting. I had always imagined these weeks as a time when I'd be either nervous as hell, or literally getting in all of the late-morning sleeping I could. In reality, I'm not doing either. Far from being nervous or anxious, I'm just purely excited, and I wish the little fellow/lady would just hurry up and get here.

Saturday, November 04, 2006

See "The Departed"

If only to hear Alec Baldwin deliver this line:

"Marriage is an important part of getting ahead. It lets people know you're not a homo. A married guy seems more stable. People see the ring, they think 'at least somebody can stand the son of a bitch.' Ladies see the ring, they know immediately that you must have some cash, and your cock must work."

-The Departed, dir. Martin Scorcese

Friday, November 03, 2006

Addictions finally broken.

Well, I'm happy to say that my feverish impulse to drink Mountain Dew and play Diablo II until 2 in the morning has finally waned. It always does, eventually. Nothing video-gamish can hold my attention forever, and all I had to do was look in the mirror and see my puffy, water-retaining face with dark circles under the eyes before the reality set in that I needed to once again kick the caffiene habit. Three days later, I already look and feel better. Whoever doesn't think that mainstream consumer America is as dangerous as people dealing drugs on the street is just fooling themselves.

Only about three more weeks now. I've found myself turned into one of those men that I used to shake my head at before it happened to me: those men that say "Jeez, I can't seem to get anything done or be reliable or even bother to show any sense of personality at all because of this darned BABY thing!" I used to think men like that were weak and/or lazy. Now I know this is untrue. Whole days pass for me now and I have no memory of who I spoke to or what I did. Time passes exceedingly quickly when I need to get something done, and achingly slowly when I'm waiting around. The last week felt like a month, and simultaneously like an eyeblink. This sort of thing probably wasn't helped by the fact that I was focusing all my energy on not playing Diablo II or drinking caffiene, but I cannot deny that I have become one of "those" men. All I can say is I'm sorry. I know. I'm an irritating, unrealiable, twitchy mess. If you're a young man who doesn't understand, rest assured: someday you will.