last night I left Bailey alone in the bath tub, and this time, instead of dumping water out of the tub, she dragged by laundry basket into the water. I walked in there and clolthes were soaking wet and a half empty basket floating in the tub.
One good thing about having this time off is that i have finally been able to adjust to, and get used to being a dad.
i can finally say that i enjoy every minute of it…
by the time i got back there were people everywhere… everyone was set up and your mother was already pushing.
ten minutes later you were born.
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there are only a few days left. soon you will be leaving that constricting, moist enclosure and joining the world. you will see your first sunrise. ride in your first car. shit in your first diaper.
this is the best music to drive home to.
you know… at this point you don’t really know much about us… you don’t know much about anything. all you really know is that your mothers uterus is rather dark.
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to liven things up a bit i decided to write a letter to my unborn kid at least once a week, and hopfully take a picture of melissa… you know… to document this unholy birth of the devil’s child.
but think about it… how much can you really say to an unborn kid?