Il Annuncio
Last week the Wife and I departed on a trip to Vicenza, Italy. She requested that I be sure to include my choice of shortcut through the Dolomites between Trent and Vicenza.
I don’t think it was such a bad route. We only lost maybe an hour or so. I thought the scenery was certainly worth it. The Wife even admitted how pretty it was, which is saying a lot considering she had her forehead plastered to the dashboard trying not to vomit as we wound our way up and down the mountain.
In fact, that’s really how she spent most of the trip: trying not to puke shopping in Thiene, trying to keep down the calzone from the local pizzeria, attempting to avoid hurling on spirited Italian youths during our walks through the piazza.
Lest you start making mental notes about international water quality or searching for travel advisories, it probably wasn’t the water, or the winding mountain roads (or winding, narrow, city roads, for that matter, that got me semi or completely lost every time we went anywhere), or the motor scooters, or even that unique but potentially nauseating Italian sense of style.
Yes, despite the questionable reputability of TRICARE medical testing, it now seems most certain that the Wife is now bearing the Kid (ETA 27FEB06). We’re quite excited about the news, though it made for a less than glamorous vacation. The Wife is not as ill as I’ve made her sound, but we weren’t about to push our luck on the matter. What it amounted to was a five-day trip for a pizza and a movie (and fireworks), but they were both good. More on that later. I like my vacation time generally uneventful anyway.
In theory, making the announcement in this way will mean that those who love us most will be the first to know. Though it may also end up being those really bored at work or without current employment (coughjoelcough).
The way things are currently going, the Kid is composed mostly of Cheetoes, Burger King, Sour Patch Watermelons, and [removed at Wife's request]. (I know they say to eat what you can stand, but this is rediculous.) I'm also predicting a good 20 lbs of baby weight. On me. Because the Wife insists on eating mostly the items listed above, but can manage only about four ounces of it at a time, leaving a near continuous supply of artery-clogging snacks and leftovers.
Finally, Knut seems generally confused by it all and Razz doesn't give a shit. But that's really nothing new anyway. More to come on all this, believe you me.
9 comments:
Loving & heartfelt congratulations to the both of you from Dan & Gina!
I know you'd be disappointed if I don't make some comment like - "Oy, and THIS is how I find out about my first grandchild?!?!"
What did you want? Some boring phone call? Invite you over for dinner? Singing telegram? I have no choice but operate within the bounds of time, space, the Army pay scale, and common sense.
I always keep my audience in mind and as I suspected you are among those or perhaps the first informed. As it should be. I don't have that many readers.
And we're going to call anyway. Of course.
Oh, and while yes I did expect some comment like that, I didn't realize until reading it how much that one in particular might make you sound like a middle-aged Jewish woman.
Don't get all verklempt.
Definition: overcome with emotion; clenched; also written ferklempt
Not even......but
Yes, I DID expect a not-so-boring phone call for such an event ("and we're going to call anyway").
Ouch .... don't be cruel...I was picturing Billy Crystal in 'Princess Bride'....
Lots of Love - Dad
OK, I'll give you that one.(Though I do think Billy Crystal will qualify as middle-aged and Jewish.)
Oh, didn't see the 'Princess Bride' part, but immediately thought of Crystal and his calf, Norman, in 'City Slickers'.
I would definitely agree with the image of Billy Crystal and the "Princess Bride" (a highly recommended movie, by the way (not just for parents anymore!)). But, enough!!
CONGRATS to you both,Chris and Amanda!!! The ride now begins in earnest! Woo-hoo!! Can't wait for all the pregnant pics to start showing up on the website (sans vomit, puh-lease!).
Love to you both!!
Nancy and Mark, et. al.
Congratulations both of you!
I just got back from a week with no internet access (unemployment means opportunities to travel) and I had an email from Matt. "I win!" and "Count back 9 months from Feb 27" is all he said. I was puzzled, he told me to check your blog, I now understand. Wow. I suddenly feel really old—and I'm not the one who's expecting. Congrats again!
Oh, and driving through Italy sounds like a blast. More pictures please!
Congratulations* from Matt and Laura!
*Actually, Laura says, "congratulations"; Matt says, "I win!"
Actually, to calculate due dates, the OB types use some crazy formula involving the first date of the last cycle, dividing by weeks from the most recent equinox, times pi, rounded to the nearest new moon...so long story short, no, you don't. I promise. (Though it was close.) But we do appreciate the heartfelt well-wishing.
Congratulations Chris & Amanda! I haven't checked your blog for months and now I am thrilled that I did!!!! Nancy Also congrats from the rest of the Dykhoff household (john, dave & devin)!
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