Here I lay...

It happened... finally... everyone said it was just a matter of time: I got up last night to tinkle.

While I am going to make a concerted effort to keep gross facts out of the eyes and minds of the beloved people who read this blog (I cannot imagine ever talking to my father in law about my potty habits in real life... Hi, Dad Eschler!), this event has to be noted. First, because it is a nearly universal complaint that litters the status updates of my rapidly procreating friend list. Secondly, because I don't tinkle. My mother says I used to wake up dry in the morning as a baby in diapers, and my kidneys and bladder have never been in a huge rush - especially in the morning.

But alas, now that I am tinkling for 2...

Nathaniel started his job yesterday. He works Thursday evenings. While I am not a huge fan of us working on an opposite schedule, one night a week is not terrible for us eating dinner separately. He says he had 2 students last night, with another starting next week. He is teaching a young boy named Nathaniel, whom he labeled as "a very bright kid"... must be the name. I am hoping that his job is enjoyable and fun. Nathaniel has hit another road block with his music, which always breeds frustration and pain. We also went to the doctor regarding the chronic pain Nathaniel feels in his neck/arms/hands. This doctor also says there is nothing detectable to treat right now. However, she is very proactive and is working through a number of options for helping him feel better.

Nathaniel's job comes just in time as we opened a separate savings account just for Piccolino (or Piccolino Roberto as Little Bobby Melket now calls him/her). All donations can be sent to... haha... just kidding!

Our life is boring right now. As we've settled into the shock of a baby, the conversations around here sound more like the mundane conversations everyone else has.

N: How was your day at work today?
V: Fine. Until 2 pm. That's when your child decided to kick all the food and nutrients out of my body and make me lay down on the therapist's couch.
N: My child? I never waste food. Why would you blame that one on me?
V: Because my child would never do this to the body in which he or she was living!
N: Well, I think your DNA is more likely to want to redecorate the place...

and on and on and on... it's a fun time for us as a couple, even though things like finances and his music and frustrating NC mental health legislation loom large in the back of our minds at all times. Our trip to Utah is so needed, but it seems like the weeks are not disappearing until we can get there. As we wait, I'll just keep typing as here I lay... waiting for the days and weeks to move us forward to several seemingly pre-determined events...