It’s been a little over eight years and one month since Liza and I were wed. It’s been 10 years, last month, since she agreed to marry me. It’s been almost 15 years since our first date (opening night of Disney’s Pocahontas).
Our first child is due on July 15, 2010.
Of course, I can barely get this trailer out of my head:
(We do have to watch this one of these days. I don’t think either of us have seen it all the way through.)
It’s no secret we’ve been trying. Nor is it a secret we have been going through fertility treatments. However, the fertility treatments may have played a minor role here (though they probably helped jump-start everything) as we were technically “taking a break from them” when everything happened. (There may even be some credit to be given to the “process cheese” Provel… but I’m sure its detractors, most notably Liza, will staunchly oppose this idea. If the baby grows to like the stuff, though, there may be something to it.)
The reality of all of this, of course, is our world is about to be turned upside down. But in the most wonderful of ways.
The house is currently a massive mess because I’ve been working at whittling down my collections since the week before Thanksgiving. eBay has become a regular internet hangout for me as I keep placing more toys and comics and books up for sale. Once I’m done with all of it, we should have just enough room to start moving a load of baby furniture, clothes, and toys in.
It’s exhausting, but worth it. Granted, it’s nowhere near as exhausting as what Liza had to slog through when she was dealing with the fertility treatments. She’s been strong dealing with everything the past year brought about, even when it wasn’t the most pleasant of experiences. All I could do is stand by, watch, and be as supportive as possible. If you are curious about everything we have (and by “we have” I mostly mean “she has”), then I suggest reading Liza’s second blog, Bastante Bien. There were some heart-wrenching moments over the past year, and I think Liza captured them quite well.
It’s been a long year, no doubt. But we see the reward in our sights. As I was sitting in Liza’s class this week (we will all be going to Belize during spring break), there was a point where the students were asked what their fears are. Dogs, spiders, snakes, etc., all came up. Thankfully, I didn’t participate in that discussion, because my fears, of course, are much more grounded than a college student’s would be. I was thinking of various things:
How much will college be for the baby when they’re this age? Could I see myself working a job I don’t particularly love for the next 18 or 20 years just so there’s financial stability? How much exercise do I need to do now to make sure that I am alive and well when my child has his/her first child? How do I make sure Liza and I don’t end up on Oprah, or Springer, or worse in 20 years as some of the worse parents ever to walk this earth?
You know – the typical things that go through an adult-in-impending-parenthood’s mind. I’ve managed to stay away from this dream (so far):
I have to admit, at almost 37, I think it’s easier for me to relax and tell myself to deal with the issues as they come along than it is for a 22-year-old, or a teenager. That fear discussion in Liza’s class the other evening made that very apparent.
It all comes back to the fact that she and I have been ready for this for a while. We’ve lived a very nice life with each other, and we’ve been able to do a lot of what we’ve wanted to do with relative ease. Our two dogs have helped break us in for the rigors awaiting us over the next many years, but it comes back to the relationship. She and I are at a point where we are able and ready to share our lives with a child.
Liza and I have had a wonderful time together, we continue to, and now… we get to share it. No matter what my fears might be, I know the reality is going to be a lot more exhilarating. And I can’t wait.
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All change, she’s having a baby!
It’s been a little over eight years and one month since Liza and I were wed. It’s been 10 years, last month, since she agreed to marry me. It’s been almost 15 years since our first date (opening night of Disney’s Pocahontas).
Our first child is due on July 15, 2010.
Of course, I can barely get this trailer out of my head:
(We do have to watch this one of these days. I don’t think either of us have seen it all the way through.)
It’s no secret we’ve been trying. Nor is it a secret we have been going through fertility treatments. However, the fertility treatments may have played a minor role here (though they probably helped jump-start everything) as we were technically “taking a break from them” when everything happened. (There may even be some credit to be given to the “process cheese” Provel… but I’m sure its detractors, most notably Liza, will staunchly oppose this idea. If the baby grows to like the stuff, though, there may be something to it.)
The reality of all of this, of course, is our world is about to be turned upside down. But in the most wonderful of ways.
The house is currently a massive mess because I’ve been working at whittling down my collections since the week before Thanksgiving. eBay has become a regular internet hangout for me as I keep placing more toys and comics and books up for sale. Once I’m done with all of it, we should have just enough room to start moving a load of baby furniture, clothes, and toys in.
It’s exhausting, but worth it. Granted, it’s nowhere near as exhausting as what Liza had to slog through when she was dealing with the fertility treatments. She’s been strong dealing with everything the past year brought about, even when it wasn’t the most pleasant of experiences. All I could do is stand by, watch, and be as supportive as possible. If you are curious about everything we have (and by “we have” I mostly mean “she has”), then I suggest reading Liza’s second blog, Bastante Bien. There were some heart-wrenching moments over the past year, and I think Liza captured them quite well.
It’s been a long year, no doubt. But we see the reward in our sights. As I was sitting in Liza’s class this week (we will all be going to Belize during spring break), there was a point where the students were asked what their fears are. Dogs, spiders, snakes, etc., all came up. Thankfully, I didn’t participate in that discussion, because my fears, of course, are much more grounded than a college student’s would be. I was thinking of various things:
How much will college be for the baby when they’re this age? Could I see myself working a job I don’t particularly love for the next 18 or 20 years just so there’s financial stability? How much exercise do I need to do now to make sure that I am alive and well when my child has his/her first child? How do I make sure Liza and I don’t end up on Oprah, or Springer, or worse in 20 years as some of the worse parents ever to walk this earth?
You know – the typical things that go through an adult-in-impending-parenthood’s mind. I’ve managed to stay away from this dream (so far):
I have to admit, at almost 37, I think it’s easier for me to relax and tell myself to deal with the issues as they come along than it is for a 22-year-old, or a teenager. That fear discussion in Liza’s class the other evening made that very apparent.
It all comes back to the fact that she and I have been ready for this for a while. We’ve lived a very nice life with each other, and we’ve been able to do a lot of what we’ve wanted to do with relative ease. Our two dogs have helped break us in for the rigors awaiting us over the next many years, but it comes back to the relationship. She and I are at a point where we are able and ready to share our lives with a child.
Liza and I have had a wonderful time together, we continue to, and now… we get to share it. No matter what my fears might be, I know the reality is going to be a lot more exhilarating. And I can’t wait.