It's time . . . no more junk food. No more sweet snacks in the office kitchen. No more beer (well, we're getting kinda carried away here . . . maybe a little beer). I'm tired of being in the overweight category. I'm ready to be healthier. It's time. And I'm not making a New Year's Resolution . . . I'm doing it NOW. Not tomorrow. Not next week. Not January 1st. RIGHT NOW.
No, it's not hunger. It's not a stomach ache. It's a fully grown baby in there. My wife is now close to the six-month mark, and her stomach is doing flip-turns and soccer kicks every time she eats ice cream (the baby is his/her father's son/daughter). The baby started moving right around 21 weeks, and he/she hasn't stopped. It's unbelievably surreal, yet there is a living human being moving around inside my wife right now. Our entertainment for the evening is watching her belly pop, shake, and roll. Yes roll. One of the baby's extremities pokes out and rolls right across the stomach. It's quite exciting to see the baby move right before our very eyes. This makes it real (not that it hasn't been real). This makes it a baby. This makes it a life. The baby hasn't made me nervous yet even though I do worry a bit about Angela. It's just my nature. She's my wife and I want to take good care of her. The rumblings make it exciting
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