Jake's 2ND Q3 2K6 post
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So it turns out that July is actually in the third quarter, not the second. September is also in the third quarter. Go figure.
April and I are having a son in January. This is amazingly cool. I have never had a son before. This one will be my first.
One of the most surreal experiences that people in this day and age have, I think, is the ultrasound. I hang out with April all the time. We watch TV together. We ride around in the car together. We talk about shizzle. We go to the movies. These are all things that we have done in the last couple of months since we've known that she was pregnant. So somewhere, in the back of our minds, we have a sort of intellectual understanding that while we watch and talk and ride along the same way that we always did with just the two of us, there is a third person hitching a ride.
I don't think that you can think about it too much.
So anyway, Monday I came home early from work, and April and I rode in the car together. On the way we talked about shizzle together. While we sat in the waiting room we may have even discussed television programs we've watched together together. We are called back to the ultrasoundist's (sonagrapher's?) room together and April's front gets slathered with refreshingly cool ultrasound gel. (We didn't really do that part together so I don't have first hand experience of the ultrasound gel being refreshingly cool, but from my conversations with April, I gather that it was. I also gather that it was not-refreshingly sticky and also not-refreshingly difficult to remove from one's belly-button.) So the ultrasoundist begins the process of
sounding ultrasounding and it's all good. It's April and I, together, with a nice lady in scrubs also in the room.
Suddenly, the static on the ultrasounder (!?) clears and we can see someone's feet moving around. I mean, clear as day I could see a black and white person's legs and feet moving around. And this is where it gets surreal. Because the ultrasoundist continues to ultrasound and April and I can clearly see a person who looks like a person moving around on the screen. And we (at least me) are struck anew with the realization that even though we still act like there's just two of us when we're watching TV or talking or riding, there is actually a small third party hanging around all the time. And there are four people in the room.
So our son is not utterly and completely there in the room with us in the way the nice lady in scrubs was. It would be like watching our son on the screen when really he's in the other room. He's there on the screen, and also "there" physically in one way, even though he's not there between the two of us. This analogy extends even futher because I can imagine banging on the wall between the two rooms would cause him to react or look around, much like the way that the ultrasoundist always seems to make him wake up and move around.
So, I am excited to have a son. He's going to be one awesome little dude.
Switching gears, Big Brother
7 All-Stars finished up last night. It was a pretty good season. I was disappointed by the way things played out with Kaysar and his season six castmates this year, though. I think he tried to play too low-key to get away from his reputation as a smart player from last year and it didn't really help him that much. He did nothing of merit. Though I at first despised Evil Dr. Will, I have to say that I really, really grew to enjoy watching him play. I would've been happy had he won again. He is about the most entertaining reality TV star I have ever seen. I was disappointed when Will and Janelle got kicked out in fourth and third, leaving only Boogie and Erica to contend for the final. Neither one of them really did anything all season. They were boring. Of the two, I was glad that Boogie won.
That is about all I have to say for now, I believe. I promise from now on I will post three posts a day: morning, noon, and night.
