Friday, November 28, 2003

Helen's getting more and more pronounced shall we say. The bubs is kicking up a storm, and we are 50% of the way thru the pre natal classes. She has her moments, overall happy and radiating, however at times she seems to become possessed by something less than holy. If I were a fisherman, I'd take off when that happens, unfortunately its a skill that I haven't acquired. Perhaps that fly fishing place next to Ozzy the barber has a deal for expectant fathers with hormonal wives?

Thursday, November 27, 2003

The ultrasound said it was a girl a few months ago, due, 4th Feb 2004. I knew it would be. Its 27th November, and the clock is ticking. Helen has just ordered $2,000 worth of stuff for baby, and between the business, raising venture capital, my masters, keeping fit, and the prospect of a stranger in the house. As the prospective daddy, I feel less than prepared.