Well, the shock has started wearing off and Meghan and I are getting down to the business of having a baby.
Obviously, she is in the first trimester. I won’t get all biological on you, but right now a lot of crazy things are going on with Meghan’s body. Her hormones are going nutzo on her. One of the “benefits” of being pregnant is that as a woman, you get to have a 9 month reprieve from your period. What isn’t as obvious is that with all of the hormonal changes, it can be like having PMS for 9 months straight. Everyone says it tapers off as the first trimester ends, and then picks back up towards the end.
What meghan didn’t know was that I knew about all of this already. I’m mentally prepared for the mood swings and all the inherent difficulties that are going to be coming up. She can’t believe that I could possibly deal with her moods without going out of my mind. Honestly, if she weren’t pregnant, I would have lost my shit. But the fact that she is pregnant with our child makes a tremendous difference. My patience is limitless.
I was upstairs on Sunday doing some work on my home pc and I found my old journals. I wrote in a couple of journals starting about 6 months before dad had his heartattack, right up until a couple months before I moved up to Erie. It is pretty amazing to read my thoughts from back then. I’m thinking about starting another one. how cool would it be for my son/daughter to read it when they grow up?