Ok… so that probably won’t go over as well as I thought… probably not as funny to Angie as it is to me either. So here goes, though I want to be clear that I am posting because I want to… not because I feel threatened, er make that guilty. I’m the man of my house, and I’ll post when I want to… and I just happen to feel like it right now.

Did I mention that my wife is beautiful and how much I love her?

So on to the good stuff… “WE HAVE CONTACT”. Up until now, this whole pregnancy thing has been something that Angie has been able to… um… enjoy on her own. But this weekend, we were laying in bed, and she says “Quick, give me your hand”, and she put my hand on her stomach. About that time I felt it. I’m not quite sure if it was a side kick, or a roundhouse, but it was powerful, and it was my baby.

Now, I have to admit, that I didn’t cry or anything, but it does make everything more real for me. Between this and the ultrasound (and Angie’s belly) I’m pretty sure we are having a baby. It’s amazing to think that we are 21 weeks in though. We had the ultrasound on Feb 14th… (I know, I know… I’m working to get it online. I’ll try to do that tonight.) That was amazing, and we have pictures from that. The first pictures of our little one. We are thinking about doing the 4D ultrasound. Everyone I’ve talked to says that when you compare them to the baby after he/she is born, it’s amazing how close they are.

My only concern right now is that Angie isn’t getting much sleep. She can’t find a comfortable way to sleep, and so far all the remedies that have been suggested haven’t worked. We may be at the store before too long buying a recliner.

For those who are interested, the baby is supposed to about 1 pound right now. He has (yes I said he… but don’t read too much into it… I just don’t like saying “it”) bright white hair, because it (the hair that is) doesn’t yet have pigment. He can see light and dark, even with his eyes still shut. I’m thinking we’ll have some time with the flashlight on the belly tonight. :) I’ll also have to start doing some more “talking to the belly” so that he doesn’t freak out the first time I hold him. And I’ll try to be serious and avoid doing my lame Darth Vader impression… “Tater… I am your father!”

Angie and I may go this weekend and start a registry. We are also trying to pick a cribset, so that we can start decorating the room. I’ve managed to move half of the boxes out of the room, and the rest should go this weekend. Funny part is, it will probably be months after he comes home before he stays in his own room.

The dogs are pretty excited. Major said he’s looking forward to someone else in the house to protect and someone else to help diivide Cole’s attention. Cole… well he just pees all over himself with excitement, though that’s not really new.

Ok… I think I’ve said enough… this ought to be enough to get me back in good graces. I’ll post again in about 8 weeks, when Angie goes on strike again. That is, after I post the pictures and ultrasound of course.