Well, we are well inside 2 weeks of our due date. So, I suppose any minute now it could happen. Personally, after about a wee...er, couple of weeks, this particular blog will get much more interesting.
I'm currently readingCrawling: A Father's First Year by a man with the odd name of Elisha Cooper. It seems very honest to me, a man exposing his flaws for all to see, and also how having a daughter helps him work through (or around) those flaws. The guy is a little to "New World Man" liberal for me, and doesn't appear to have any sort of a job, apart from visiting places to drink coffee and flying around the country (sure, that's jealousy talking). He also seems, to me, unusually preoccupied with sex (his, pidgeons, geese, goats... none of it seems to go unnoticed). It is, however, a rather beautiful if sometimes uncomfortable look at early fatherhood. He certainly can craft a sentence, and you get a nice look at Berkley, Ca (and Zoë) through his eyes. I'm enjoying it quite a bit, while also making note of how I don't want to raise my daughter. I think fathers, and any one who wants a look into fathers, will enjoy this easy read.
And now back to biting my nails.
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so much of A father's first year is spent thinking about sex because the mother is so fatigued, he's not having it. Viva la post partum depression! good luck, dude!
mine was spent thinking about sleep.
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