Cramped quarters

The baby's current housing situation must be getting a little cramp. We can feel it kickin' and thrashing around in there, probably trying to make itself more comfortable as it continues to float around in the life creating ooze. Or it's getting ready to rock 1980s hair band style, BABY!

Maybe I'm just a dumb guy who lacked any hands on experience with pregnant ladies, but I am surprised by how hard the Wife's round belly is. For some reason I thought it was going to be all jiggly and soft like Santa's. But, no! When I rub her tummy it actually feels like there's a bowling ball or a basketball tucked under her skin. I'll admit it. I'm a belly rubber. There's something about seeing that round shape that makes me want to touch it. I saw a TV program once about the differences of men and women when it comes to attraction and what's sexually appealing. All the scientists said men are just programmed in our DNA since prehistoric times to be aroused by round shapes. Hence our preoccupation with other female body parts. (Sorry to Wife's family members who read that.)

Anyway, the Wife is almost at 22 weeks and we've started to get serious about getting the nursery ready. We bought a crib and changing table today. It's one of those convertible models that can be crib, toddler bed, day bed and a full size bed. We weren't sure whether to buy a changing table but we thought that once it was no longer needed for changing diapers we could use it maybe in the kitchen as a serving cart. Disgusting thought at first, but hey whatever!

I've also decided that I will be the parent at the mall or Wal-Mart who has a leash on their kid. It might be a cute monkey looking backpack thing where the tail is the leash, but if some mother comes up and says, "you should be ashamed to have your kid teethered, like a dog" it's going to be on like donkey kong.