…neither toeses nor roses! You can’t miss it — it’s a boy! Somebody hand me a cigar!
This was our second ultra sound at Hi-Precision that day. We just had to know. After we couldn’t see from the first procedure as the baby was sound asleep on his pillows of placenta, the doctor told Nike to eat some chocolates and come back in a few minutes. I was not so sure that was a good idea, but Nike was craving for some anyway, so I caved. The sugar woke the baby up and it wasn’t long til we saw what we needed to see. I was so giddy! So were Nike and the doctor.
The doctor was very patient and pleasant. Nike agrees, pretty, too. It’s good to have med-testing facilities like Hi-Precision so close to our home. Just got my own thyroid test results (another blog for another day) from them yesterday, as a matter of fact.
Well, Moses Callan, you’ll probably never live this video down. When you’re famous someday, TMZ can easily dig this up. But there’s nothing to be ashamed of from the looks of it. Daddy’s already proud!
I don’t know how it happened. How could a gangly (then) geek (still) like me have scored a goddess like this?
Ok, so I couldn’t help it. I smiled, flirtedÂ (feebly) and maybe contrived a little. I told a close friend of hers I liked her, knowing she would eventually be told. AndÂ that’s how theÂ goddess fell.
And nearly eleven years later, I stillÂ frequently find myself staring at her in bed asking what I could’ve done to deserve her. And I’ve certainly done a lot of things she could’ve justifiably left me for.
Yet, here she is. Tonight, she fell asleep in my arms, and our son, Noah on my chest, It’s the best feeling ever. (Then I snuck out for a cigarette and some TV)Â
Thanks for standing by me, hon. I’d be lost without you and I wouldn’t be so driven if it weren’t for you and the family you’ve given me. I just really want to give you and the boysÂ (and, fine, the beagle brigade!)Â a good life. I know I’m not always fun to be around, but we both knowÂ you’re the funny and caring one in this relationship.Â
Photo by Jill Lejano
You were named well, Nike, my sweet goddess of victory, my exotic,Â erotic baby momma.Â I know it’s a little late (surprise, surprise) but happy mothers’ day!