Awaiting the Final Moment

This was our final weekend as non-parents. We mostly conducted ourselves as normal, except that we went to a restaurant that was fairly schmance, just because we might not be able to do that again for a while, even though we’re not normal consumers of schmance.

I felt the urge to code a lot because I have heard much of the interruptive power of babies, but A) I should be engaging with my pregnant wife and also life B) furious, desperate coding rarely amounts to much. So, instead we went outside a lot, and one of those times, we went out to Menotomy Rocks.

Here is one of the rocks. I guess it’s of the Menotomy sort. It was large, and I was impressed.

Oh, nature. Much articulation/reticulation wow

The Menotomy Rocks park is not that big, and a lot of people live right next to it. I just thought it must be fairly ballin’ perk to live near an urban center, yet have a forest as your backyard.

Another rock, this one mossier. It reminded me of the Hulk.

It’s probably the very non-woodsy nature of my upbringing, but scenes like this remind me of Hero’s Quest.

I thought this pond did some real good work with reflecting.

Speaking of which, it feels like we’re about to move to another home or something.

Also, despite:

Taking childbirth classes
Assembling a crib and making space
Reading up on safe living conditions for children and wrangling for them
Searching for childcare
Pretty much centering the last nine months on the arrival of our son
Hearing about how hard the sacrifices are
It being morning of the day of labor induction

I don’t really comprehend what it’s going to be like. I want to see this guy and help him develop, but I don’t really feel the fear I should be. Fortunately, this frog-before-the-boiling attitude toward big events keeps me from useless worry, so, eh.

Well, it’s been good being a non-child-having guy, but now I will see how it is being a child-having guy!