|This was the only shot without "Spirit Fingers"|
Anyway, Malia is feeling well so far. She has been having some trouble sleeping lately so we went to Babies "R" Us circus on Sunday and got her a pregnancy body pillow, so hopefully that helps. Also, she has to go back in for a re-test for her gestational diabetes test. Something happened on the first test and they need to do it over again. This time she has to fast for 24 hours, which seems like a pretty cruel thing to do to a 6 month pregnant lady.
|She was a happy child, really.|
Its looking like we've finally made a decision on the name. I think the thing that sealed the deal is my run-in with a little red headed 8 year old girl at the hair salon the other day: As I was waiting for my turn to get a haircut, I noticed this particular little girl because she has a spooky resemblance to Malia when she was that age. I was trying to not be too "creepy bearded guy" about staring but I couldn't help but think that I was getting a preview of what was to come.When her Mom called "Sidney, come over here honey." I was taken aback... You see, Sidney is the name that Malia and I have been pretty sure about for a few weeks now. This just erased any doubt in my mind that I had about this name. Must've been a sign, so Sidney it is! Still working on the middle name, but the really important one is in the can.
here. I'm up for suggestions too, so shoot me an email or something.
She either hates it, or loves it. We can't decide which one becasue she goes crazy whenever we play it for her. I'm going with the ieda that she loves it...nothing scientific, but thats what I'm sticking with. I'm also picking back up my guitar to learn some songs to play for her once she gets here. I've farted around with the guitar off and on for years now. I know just enough to know how much I suck at playing the guitar. It's fun trying to learn some Beatles songs though.
I finally returned some underwear that I tried to buy for Malia a couple of weeks ago. You see, I was trying to be a really nice & thoughtful husband and get her some new underwear at Fred Meyer when I heard her complain about how her old ones don't fit her anymore. So, I go to Fred Meyer (I needed socks too. It wasn't like I was just going shopping for panties.) and walk in woefully unprepared for the huge selection of womens underwear... You see, I'm used to the very simple choices that I have to make regarding my own underwear. 1st choice - Boxers or Briefs, 2nd choice - Size: S, M, L, XL...etc. Done. Easy as pie.
I now know that womens underwear not only comes in 30 different styles and sub-genres, but the size...oh the sizes. No such thing as small, medium or large, oh no! Much to easy that way. I had to totally guess what size to pick based off of my prior shopping trips with Malia. As far as cut? Well, I tried to logically think it out: "What would be the most comfortable and supportive for her...she is pregnant after all." OK, the bigger granny ones would be great! She won't care, she's pregnant!
Feeling a bit weird about buying panties, I bury it amongst other much more manly things like tools, camping gear and some motor oil. Now that I think back on it, that checker must have been really confused: Tools, camping gear, motor oil and womens underwear... In my attempt to not look like a weirdo, I think I achieved the opposite most successfully.
I triumphantly make my way to the house to deliver my most thoughtful of gifts to the pregnant one only to be thoroughly disappointed in her response:
Me: "Hey babe, I remember you complaining about your underwear the other day so I picked you
up a package while I was out."
Malia: "Oh wow, that was very (opens bag) sweeeeet of you.... What the f*ck is this?"
Me: "I know its super granny, but hey...they'll be super comfortable!"
Malia: "Yeaaaah, I'm not wearing these. Are you crazy or something? (Looks over package) How big,
exactly do you think I am? These are HUGE!"
Me: "Uh, I don't know....I just guessed. Thats close to your size of jeans isn't it?"
Malia: "Uh, no. Not, not even close."
Me: "Oh....I'll take them back."
So there I was on Sunday: In the return line at Fred Meyer, panties in hand. I'm just lucky it wasn't the same cashier.