Not a Kind Cut

Medical School Guy writes about his first circumcision. It hurt just to read it. I wonder what we will do if we have a boy.

Posted by The Missus

No Peanut, No She-Nut, It's a Sprog!

Since some friends of mine have taken to calling their unborn child, their Peanut, my husband gave ours the name Sprog. We're keeping things pretty low key until the 12 week mark, but are happy and excited.

Posted by The Missus

Is it a Peanut or a She-Nut?

After 7 months of trying The Missus and The Mister are pregnant. This is my first pregnancy and so I am a bit nervous but in 6-7 weeks we can comfortably tell the rest of our friends and family about the baby.

I went in for my first ultrasound today and we were hoping to see the baby's beating heart but did not. The gyno figured I must be 5 weeks pregnant instead of 6 and so all we saw was a sac. If I did not know better, I would have guessed I just had gas.
I am feeling great, no morning sickness at all, a bit of water retention and weight gain from being indoors all winter. I need to work it off and eat better. All in all, we are excited and the Mister has been extremely doting. Running my belly and telling me he feels so serene. He actually has taken on a healthy glow himself. More later as the Peanut/She-Nut continues to grow.

The Traveling Salesman

My husband is not a salesman but he does have to travel quite a bit for work. Oftentimes he is gone from 6-10 days. I used to feel glum as I drove him to the airport but this time I had my head up in the clouds.

The minute I got home I called my cleaning lady up and made an appointment for a thorough spring cleaning. She and I worked for 4 hours the first day and 3 hours the second day. The house was turned upside down and with no man in site. We dusted the furniture, oil the wood, cleaned all windows and glass, cleaned the oven, stove, under the kitchen sink, bathroom, even the balcony got a scrubbing. After the second day, I went out bought three bouquets of flowers and spread a little color and joy all over the apartment. With clean sheets on the bed, I was looking forward to a week of no black hairs from the electric razor in the sink, no under ware or socks on the floor, no extra dishes in the sink (as he can never bring himself to put them in the dishwasher). I was planning to just relish in a clean and beautified house. I went to lunch with some friends while he was gone, gave a little dinner party for 6, did errands, read a bunch of girlie magazine, and went to the mall. Now as he is due to come back home, I am antsy in a whole new way. I miss my husband.