Happy Father's Day

Mr. W got a bib and a card for Father's Day this year.

I am starting to figure out that having a kid is a lot like having an old car that you are more than willing to cover with bumper stickers, political messages, profound statements, and declarations of how cool you are.

For Father's Day, I decided to get little "Ricky Bobby" a bib reflecting the forced love of his Daddy that he will be born into.

Between clothing and pacifiers(which Mr. W insists on calling baby plugs), we will be adorning our baby like a little Christmas tree in homage of how awesome we are. He already has 3 or 4 Daddy outfits, and a Mommy outfit or two. This kid will be stylin'.

Last night I had the pleasure of having a little girl's night out with some friends for a birthday celebration, where I gorged on dinner from the Cheesecake Factory(perfect, because cheesecake was exactly what I needed), and then we hopped around and went to a few lower key bars.

Yes, the pregnant lady hit the bars last night.

We were laughing as I waddled past all the bachelorette parties looking at all the cute girls and saying under my breath..."if you think I look huge and miserable, just remember, I was you last year!".

The baby had 2 O'Douls last night, which he must have enjoyed, because he was moving all over the place. In fact, I got a good laugh when I realized that the bass in the last place we went was up pretty high and the little guy was just bouncing along to the beat. We can only hope he will have more rhythm than his Daddy.

Still no progress on the name front, though simple and boring is beginning to sound better and better.

I have a feeling I know what name is going to win, but I am not saying for sure, yet, because we may have a big moment of enlightenment here in the next three months.

Oh, that is the other big news today.

I am now officially 24 weeks pregnant. This could be calculated into 6 months, however, when one does this, they have to come to terms with the idea that women are actually pregnant for close to 10 months, and no one wants to think about that.

The other big news about the 24 week mark is what they call being "viable". However morbid it may be, this means that the baby's survival rate outside the womb has increased to a reasonable level and that any efforts to help out the little guy if he stops in early would be made.

Yeah, so it is morbid, but it is just one more day to break up 40 weeks of waiting, so check another little milestone off the list. Pregnancy can seem like it lasts an eternity. It doesn't.

It's the parenting that lasts an eternity.