As the end of the pregnancy nears, anxiety about what that really means begins to set in. Soon we will have a little boy and the ship that is the rest of our life will set sail. We are most defiantly ready to get this voyage started. I am so lucky to have Jill to go through this craziness with.
The fun begins tonight (sunday) at 8pm. It will start with the doctors giving Jill some crazy meds that I can't pronounce or spell to "ripen her cervix." Monday morning they will begin the induction process. Then the pushing, screaming and the horror movie that is child birth begins.
Aside from being scared, excited, and all of the other generic feelings new dads feel I have decided to conduct an experiment. The year of the beard. I plan to start growing a beard monday afternoon when Mica is born and continue growing it until his first birthday. I want to see if there are any similarities between the growing and maturing process of a baby and a beard... they both start with the letter B and a small amount of hair. I think that is enough of a similarity to form the hypothesis that babies and beards must have something in common.
I will see all of you on the other side when our wolf pack grows by one.
Branden
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