Some Like it Hot

First sign that my boy is a Texan... Nicole apparently can eat anything spicy without batting an eye. Maybe that's not necessarily old school Texan, but I think it is becoming a Texan thing. My favorite food is Mexican food, and I generally like my food spicy, but I can't necessarily eat everything hot. I definitely have my limits. Nicole used to be the same way, so I'm not sure exactly where Goose is getting it, or who's family this is coming from, but it is awesome nonetheless. In a weird way it makes me proud of Goose already. Kind of like how weirdly proud I envision myself being when he eats twice his body weight at one setting, or unloads in his diaper something awful for the first time. A strange type of proud, but still proud.

I would also like to take the time to inform everybody that my spray painting fiasco is over, for now anyway. 32 bottles of blue spray paint later, and the furniture is all set. Just saying "32 bottles of spray paint" does not do the whole thing justice. No, there was some drama in there. Here's what actually happened. Around spray can number 28, Nicole and I both agreed that we were done. Not because I gave up, no no, because I had finished the suckers. The blue looked marvelous, I was happy. Then I had a thought... maybe I should put one of those clear top coats on as insurance against Goose sucking all the blue off the rails. It sounded good in my head. I was being a protective father. I'd prefer him to not be the kid that ate paint chips as a kid. So we went out and bought ourselves 4 cans, and I sprayed it on... knowing full well that it would be cloudy in the beginning. Then, after 3 days hoping it would go clear, praying that it would go clear, and asking why this was happening to me... yeah... it was still cloudy. What the! So, long story short, we then had to sand off the clear coat and I picked it up where I left off... spraying more cans of blue paint. I think it was around spray can number 30 when the whole insanity thing popped into my head. The definition of insanity is doing the same thing repeatedly but expecting a different outcome each time. I must have gone slightly insane because I seriously thought every can after 18 was my last one, only to find out that not much had changed from the previous can. What an experience. Live and learn I guess. Spray painting furniture always takes 3 times longer than you originally think, and it always takes 20 times longer than your significant other thinks.

Also, given the extra day to our weekend, we set out and successfully completed painting Goose's new room. And we installed moulding... and placed the furniture in there. Given the happenings in the previous paragraph, I know what you are thinking. I was thinking the same thing. I'm done already? 2 days to paint and install moulding... and no problems? It was craziness. I was more productive than I have been, probably ever. The only thing left to finish now in the room is Nicole's finishing touches. I updated the slide show on the side bar to show the progression. And for what it's worth, when we bought this house, every single room looked like the "before" picture. Who paints every room in the house a creamy yellow? What were the people before us thinking?

On the Goose front, he's still wreaking havoc in there. He's turned into a little bit of a billy goat. When Nicole lays on her side, he always has to be on top side. Then when he's up there, it looks like he's trying to fight his way out. Last night it looked like he tried to kick his way out. Nicole laid down and he started to get rowdy, like he usually does. So we stopped to watch the show and he did not disappoint. He stuck his foot (or one of his limbs) way out. It stuck out at least an inch or 2. It looked so crazy. It looks like he's very determined to get out. He may be the first baby to ever perform his own cesarean. Good times.

If you build it, he will come

Not a whole lot going on this week. Nicole missed her doctor appointment on Friday. Rescheduled it for today. I'm hoping for a sonogram this time around, but the doctor is working on her own "agenda", so it's probably not going to happen. I think Nicole grew more over the weekend. She's a hot pregnant lady... same size everywhere except for her gi-normous Goose belly.

Other baby news has the baby crib finally arriving. We bought a black one, knowing we would have to paint it. I put it together, with fingers crossed hoping Nicole would somehow like the factory coat of black, but my prayers went unanswered, as I am now more than 8 coats into a blue spray paint remodel. Only a few more to go. Woo Hoo! In all honesty, I don't mind the endless spray painting, or the laborious task associated with each coat of paint that rarely makes a difference in the color prior to painting, or the millions of brain cells that have lost their lives for each one of the coats. There's a lot of useless knowledge I don't need anymore... for starters... the pythagorean theorem is a myth. So for all I care, that can be the first to go.

No, my problem really resides with the fact that the word "blue" will probably not show up in Goose's vocabulary for the first year, "midnight blue", probably not for another 4 years, and his deceiving eye probably won't be able to see the small areas where daddy didn't paint or skimped on a coat for several years after that. And even then, he won't judge me for it until he is a teenager. Basically, as far as Goose is concerned, all 15 final coats of toil and trouble will produce one uniquely beautiful color of blue... for Goose to poop on. Pee on. And probably to drool on. But having said that, when I'm done, I will have accomplished 2 things that matter: 1. i will have a happy wife and 2. i will have something to hold over her head for the next 20 years. Score!

Above is a picture of my latest shame. It shows the current progress of the crib and it's buddy,the dresser. I probably don't need to point out the thick layer of blue powder surrounding them both. Not pictured would be the permanent blue tint I currently have. Why is it so hard to get the blue on the things you want blue and not on the things you don't? Spray painting sounds good, in theory. Survey says... I'm an idiot.

So, one thing I'm really looking forward to as a parent is all the little tricks that we will get to pull on Goose that will ultimately make him a better person. For instance, when I was a kid, if my mom wanted me to hurry, she would just time me. If we needed to go to the store and I was milling around, she would say, "Okay, I'm going to time you to see how fast it takes you to put on your shoes and get in the car." Obviously it was a trap. Internally, I knew it was... sure, it benefits her the faster I go, but as I thought about it, something happened to me... all of the sudden mom was counting, I was wasting time, why wasn't I running, then before I knew it, I was in a full out sprint to get my shoes. I would guess at what my time would be and then I would try to beat that. Ridiculous? Yes. But holy cow did it work. And so everybody knows, the records I have set will go unbroken. Probably because they are my own "personal" records, and timing me doesn't work anymore, but whatever. The point is that it worked on me then, and it accomplished something for my parents, getting me to do what they said and in a speedy manner... it might work on Goose.

So along the same lines, while I was looking at my yard and seeing the many baby oak trees sprouting up, my first thought was that I shouldn't have been so lazy in the fall when I decided that picking up acorns was for the birds/squirrels. Then, as I gaze at the massive amounts of tree-lings, the light bulb goes on in my head and I think, a few years from now, when Goose is able to both walk and be coerced, I bet I could get him to pick these up by telling him that it is practice for Easter egg hunting. The more he picks up, the better he will "probably" do on Easter. Key word would obviously be "probably". I don't want him thinking I'm a complete liar. Then, naturally I felt a little guilty about lying to my unborn child, but as the thought process progressed, I thought this is a great example of the end justifying the means. Plus, it will probably toughen him up, because to get them all, he is going to have to learn to play dirty. The squirrels in my neighborhood do not give up easily. They play for keeps.

Anyway, I bring it up because I thought this could be a good place for you to post some parenting tips for Nicole and me. All of the proven little tricks that people use to get their kids to do what they want them to do would be helpful to Nicole and me, especially considering that we can't even get our cat to do what we say without throwing up or biting us back. So the tips are always welcomed.

What blog?

Yes, we can all say it together... I'm disappointed in me too. Holy cow can time whizz by. My last blog was well over a week ago, okay 2, but who's counting. So, in the downtime between this blog and the last, (and the real reason for the delay), Nicole and I have been working way too much. Nicole more so than me. Her 1 week total for last week clocked in at 86 hours. That's more than an extra week of overtime! She's technically working for two. In her defense though, her company is really leaving her some stinkers. In business speak, she's training her fellow employees the ins and outs of the merger with another company, so that the collective synergy of both companies can be maximized. In Cody and Goose speak, she's on the business end of a poop slide. But hopefully her overtime will subside before too much longer. I don't think Goose particularly cares that he is being forced to work that much though, given that he has a knack of curling up on Nicole's right side and sleeping. It looks like a real bad cramp. Pretty funny.

Actually, I think his main goal in life, at this stage (7.5 months), is to try as hard as he can to keep Nicole from going to sleep. He's perfectly content when she's walking and moving around, but the minute she stops and goes still is the minute his alarm goes off. He has been kicking and dancing and flipping and twisting it out... you name it and he's done it. Our new thing, in what little spare time we have together lately, is to watch him move around her belly. Kind of like the movie tremors when you could see the ground heave up right before one of those things surfaced. She'll lay on her side and we'll stare at her bare belly waiting to see some movement. The movements are very pronounced and the whole thing is quite fun, but also, probably weird, but whatever. I would say there are some real similarities between this and sitting outside on your back porch at night watching bugs get zapped by a bug zapper. And surprisingly enough, the conversations are the same. Common quotes range from, "Wow, did you see that one?", to, "Whoa! That was a big one!" I guess a parallel to watching fireworks would also apply, but, where's the fun in that? Anyway, these times are as they say, good times.

The other reason I believe Goose is intent on keeping Nicole awake at all hours of the day is because of his refusal to lay vertically in Nicole's belly. For those of you that know Nicole, she is very tall for a girl. She's almost a 6 footer. Nicole says that with all the movements on the one side that I get to see and feel, there are equal movements on her other side. Basically meaning he intentionally chooses to move and jump across her belly, with less room, than lay vertically, and get much more room. So when Nicole is laying down on her side on the bed, and Goose starts ramping up, it is the equivalent of him jumping off of her side on the mattress and banging his head into her other side. So he's obviously in violation of several predetermined ground rules: 1. no jumping on the bed. 2. no head butting. 3. night time is for sleeping, not playing. I am keeping a tally of his infractions and let's just say, he will be grounded for quite some time.

Other quick news to share:

• We still don't have a crib to show off. Lesson learned: When somebody from Babys-R-Us suggests that you could have your order in 5 business days, in lieu of the contractual 10 to 14, they really mean 20 business days. I will adjust accordingly.
• Nicole's last doctors appointment went well, although they (the doctors) are going to start paying closer attention to Nicole's weight. They are worried that she hasn't gained enough weight. But, after measuring Goose, the doctor's concede he is the "perfect" size. I'm sure Nicole probably feels like she is one of the lucky ones, in that pregnancy doesn't always translate into tank-like status. So - Jackpot!
• One other thing I've learned is that Goose has given Nicole what we in the business call "BOBs Disease". To the lay-man, BOBs disease stands for Beetle On it's Back disease, meaning that her belly is so big that she now has a significant amount of trouble getting up off of her back. Thus rendering her very vulnerable to an assortment of sneak attacks, to which she has no defense. I would call it "Pearl Harboring" her, but I really don't think she thinks it is as funny as I do. So we will leave it nameless and just know to ourselves that she will think it is funny later in life.

So this is where I will end it this time. The naming of Goose is narrowing, but we still don't have one yet. The literal second that we decide, I will let you know. The crib should be in sometime before Goose graduates, so once that happens, and I paint it, I will post pictures for everybody. Other than that, I'm not sure what lies ahead. We're pretty much minute to minute people at this point. And again, sorry for the delay. Hopefully this 2 week nonsense was just a blip on the radar. If it wasn't, and you are really upset about it, keep in mind, I will have baby pictures, and I will withhold them!

The Stroller Rage

Yes, so apparently I need to be a little better informed. Last Thursday's appointment contained no sonogram, or really, no real information that would be fun to mention here. So basically, in order for me to get you a cool, updated picture of Goose, I would have had to cross many of the unmentionable barriers that Nicole and I have in our marriage. So I apologize, I have no new pictures of Goose to share. We did hear Goose's heart beating very loudly this time, and right off the bat... maybe he has a crush on the nurse, or maybe his excitement at not having to deal with a sonogram matched our disappointment. Either way, I was really hoping on sharing a picture of Goose, but what can you do. The doctor said no. And she also added that there won't be a sonogram for like 6 more weeks. So if I promise you anything before then, I am a liar. Don't fall for it.

So anyway, no sonogram for 6 weeks? What fun is that? As the father of this child, and therefore, accepting of no real duties in this process (I'm not growing it nor am I checking its health), my only real involvement is the up keep on this blog. Keeping those that care informed and up to date. Without this task, I'm only slightly more involved in this process than you. Well... I guess when Goose starts kicking Nicole real hard (which is all the time these days), I try to get on to him, but him and I both realize my threats are hollow. So long story short... sorry for not fulfilling the sonogram promise. I have made an attempt to post a slideshow of current photos for you. I'm not sure where it will show up, if it does indeed show up. So if it doesn't appear on the side of this blog, then it means I messed it up somethin' awful. Hopefully it will work. Also, for some reason the slideshow thing I have made crops a little bit off of the bottom of the photos. So if there is one you want to look at closer, just click on the picture when it pops up, (or any of them for that matter), and it will take you to the place on the web where I have the photos stored. You can look at them there in better detail than what shows up on the slideshow. This slideshow should show several rarely seen photos of Nicole as well as our new stroller... which I will get into later on in this blog. And yes, the last photo is of Nicole, holding a goose decoy, pushing our stroller. She's now a few steps closer to becoming a true Texan. Next step would be either clay pigeon shooting or actually adopting the "I'll take a coke." "What kind?" "Dr. Pepper" lingo.

Other news not involving sonograms are that Nicole and I have officially been baptized into the stroller phenomenon. We recently purchased a sweet little travel system that consists of a stroller, a car seat and 2 bases that will be installed in our cars. Total time in Baby's-R-Us to purchase said items: well over 3 hours. Why so long you ask? Well... I'm glad you asked. The answer: Baby equipment is unbelievably complicated. Add that to the, "Who Cares. Whatever." attitude by the employees at Baby's-R-Us and you find Nicole and me, helpless, standing in front of a sea of strollers. We were like lambs if you will, left to figure out how the strollers collapse, un-collapse, how the car seats attach to the strollers, etc. etc. Hopefully from the tone I'm typing in, you can still sense some of the frustration associated with the whole process. It was unbelievable. But with bad does come some good. I did learn a few things. And they are, in no significant order:

1. My engineering degrees have put me at no real advantage when it comes to the backwards mechanics associated with strollers.
2. Everything that looks like it should make the stroller do something is color-coded red. Whether it is for the most mundane of uses or not, it is red. Thus inherently creating an endless combination of levers and buttons to push and pull in hopes that something will happen.
3. There are a million types of stroller/car seat combos.
4. None of them fold up the same.
5. To make it personal, I collapse strollers much like I speak to someone that doesn't speak english. To explain: Say I want to fold the stroller to its travel size. Also say there is a nearby red handle. I begin the process by pulling the handle and pushing on the stroller in the direction I think will make it fold up. If nothing happens, I pull the handle a little harder and push on the stroller a little harder. Fast-forward a few minutes and you will find me bracing the stroller with my foot and yanking on the handle like I'm trying to crank-start a lawn mower. If nothing still happens, I ask Nicole the redundant question of, "Am I doing this right?"... not wanting an answer, mind you, just wanting someone to be on the same wave length as me. It's lonely being dumb sometimes. The relation to speaking to someone who doesn't speak english is this: I say, "Excuse me, do you know where the bathroom is?" They stare and say nothing. I say, "DO YOU KNOW WHERE THE BATHROOM IS!!!!!!". Nothing. "BATHROOM?"

But, it was great time. The next big purchase will be Goose's bed. We've actually already bought it, but since they didn't have any more in the store (naturally), they had to order it. It should be in on Friday. I'll keep you posted.

Time Flies

Today Nicole and I are now officially way under the 100 day mark. Time really flies by these days. It seems like only yesterday that Nicole was telling me she was pregnant, and only yesterday I wasn't believing her. For those of you that haven't been filled in, which I'm pretty sure nobody has, it happened the Saturday morning before A&M was set to play Oklahoma in football. I was watching the college gameday broadcast live from College Station when Nicole tested out one of her 40 million pregnancy tests. (Side note: Chances of me rembering life-changing dates are substantially better if I bookmark them around sporting events. It's a good tip for younger newly weds. Just fyi.) Anyway, back to the story. Nicole had been thinking she was pregnant for quite awhile, and so she had been taking like 3 or 4 pregnancy tests a day. She said it was because she was feeling different. At the time, I thought she was crazy. I thought she might be trying to pull a fast-one on me so that she could get out of helping me renovate our newly purchased house.

So she takes one for about the 40th time, only this time, instead of a "Nope" from a not-so-distant room, I hear in a quiet, questioning voice, "I think we're pregnant?" Naturally, I say "Whatever", thinking she was just foolin' around. Because for somebody's life to change so drastically, it had better be something a little more substantial than "I think", you know? "Oh, I think your life is going to change forever."

So I looked at the indicator (after Nicole assured me it was clean, obviously) and the only thing you could see was the bare hint that a thought of a line could be there. So I read the directions (which, is what I do.) I read the directions on just about anything. It's kind of my thing. So I read the directions, and although they were direct, I still doubted. They said (paraphrasing) "If you see anything at all, then you are pregnant." Those that have been there know that sometimes the line is not really a line. This time it wasn't really much of anything. It was just barely there. It looked more like where the line would be, if there were a line, but there wasn't. Like if you rubbed your eyes, what was there originally wouldn't be there when you opened your eyes back up. So I still doubted and I thought, can't they do better than this? To me, it seems that for something as life changing as this, not only should the line be CLEARLY visible, it should also take things a step further. Instead of a line it should be a phrase that lights up saying, "Yes, idiot, your wife is pregnant. Tell her you are excited, that you love her and that you will discuss baby names after the A&M game, but only if they win. A loss means you can discuss names tomorrow." Of course, if this were the case, I guess the pregnancy test wouldn't be as small and convenient as it is now. But that would certainly be better than the uncertainty associated with a faint line.

In all honesty though, the uncertainty almost took the luster out of finding out I'm going to be a dad. It almost stole the romance associated with something as romantic as becoming parents. But it didn't. I was still able to experience all the emotions. I was excited. But I was also scared, and worried, and doubting it was true, hoping it was, worried it wasn't true, nervous, wondering if we were ready, realizing it didn't matter now if we were or not, etc. But it was a great time. Seems so long ago in my mind, but now, as we await Goose, well under 100 days away, this day seemed like it was so far away then, and now it's happening. Nicole is huge and her belly moves on its own. We are buying lots of things and making the preparations, but it still is a little surreal to me. It almost seems like it is too early, like we just got married and we just bought our house. Like not long ago we discussed having a kid and what it would be like. And now it's about to happen. But then it also seems like it's about time. I'm tired of waiting and worrying about his health and the troubles we are going to face raising him. I'm tired of wondering what it's going to be like. So, sometimes I'm glad life moves so quickly. Like somebody out there knows that we are ready when we doubt ourselves.

On a different note, Nicole has another doctor appointment tomorrow. They will be doing another sonogram, so I hope to update the blog Thursday or Friday (probably Friday) with the updated Goose pics. I give you no guarantees that his hair will be combed or that he will smile. Until he gets to a point where we can discipline him (i.e. out of the womb), he's pretty much calling the shots. He's in for a rude awakening though... literally and figuratively.

Rock it out

So first things first, let me apologize to everyone for the lag that has occured between the last few posts. I have had like 4 projects go out in the last 2 weeks. Add that to my ongoing daily efforts dedicated to keep Nicole happy, and reminding her that she isn't so much fat as she is pregnant. Plus keeping Ed (our cat) from eating things he shouldn't and throwing them up places he shouldn't, and my free time has been a hot comodity lately. But, today is a new day. Life is sweet again. The joys of engineering without any real responsibility to the public are gone. (i.e. - I have no major projects going out anytime soon.)

For those interested, the above picture constitutes our first major purchase for Goose's room. That would be a sweet little rocking chair that's sole purpose in life is to turn a screamer into a sleeper. This chair will be what I call "phase 1". Should the baby rocker fail to put our child to sleep, I plan on implementing a series of steps/phases that according to my research, will be effective. They are in order of progression:

1. Try baby rocker again.
2. Feed him again.
3. Load him in the car and drive him around.
4. Beg.
5. Whiskey.
6. Bribery.
7. Stun-Gun him.
8. Grandparents.

I'm sure the granparents probably hope the rocker (step 1) and the remaining 7 steps fail. And no, (Mr. and Mrs. B), I'm not opposed to driving a screaming kid all the way to Ft. Myers, just to drop him off, turn around and drive back. And yes, Nicole and I promise to give you at least a 5 minute heads up.

But, in all seriousness, the rocker we bought is pretty cool. Nicole did a great job picking it out. We (Nicole) got to choose the fabric. It does need some breaking in, but once we get that taken care of, it is going to be really comfortable. And apparently that is what is most important. Well... probably that and that it's going to be scotch-guarded.

The other big news happening this week is that Goose has really started to move around. Now that I'm an old hat at feeling him move, I've been taking part a lot lately. Holy Cow is he active. Nicole is convinced he doesn't sleep, and in turn, doesn't sleep herself. So she's tired all the time because of Goose, who apparently just lives to kick her stomach these days. Here's a quick little side story for those of you that care.

• I guess Nicole's new resting place for her hand is now her newly formed baby belly. So she rests her hand on there a lot lately. Mostly because she says she likes feeling Goose move, but also because it's so handy. So while she's working the other day (Thursday), she's resting her hand on her stomach like normal. Only this time she feels Goose start his attempt at kicking her hand off of her own belly. For those of you that know Nicole, we all know that she can be a little stubborn. So she originally thought she would comply with Goose's demands and move her hand, but then she thought... "No, 1. my hand was here first. and 2. it's my stomach. I'm not moving it." So I guess Goose must have had a similar thought process, and so he continues to kick her hand. And so they continue to "fight" for a few minutes until Nicole realizes that Goose is settling in for the long haul. So she completely caves and moves her hand. Goose wins. Quite unbelievable really. Especially considering that the first battle between parent and child should always be won by the parent. So I'm pretty sure this isn't a good thing. Now we are already going to have to retrain him. Rule number one will now have to be that kicking is not acceptable. To be fair though, Nicole did later try spin the happenings as her just liking to feel him kick, but I believe it was as she originally described. It was a battle between them and she lost. Goose 1, Nicole 0.

So to wrap up... my sister said it best the other weekend... we've created a little community with this blog. I'm glad everyone has a place and a desire to check in on Nicole, me and baby Goose. People I would never have thought would read this blog have found it (what's up Summer and Lisa). So Nicole and I are very glad everybody is involved. Later, when Goose finds himself grounded and bored and without anything better to do other than to read this blog and all the comments, he's going to feel very blessed. Well... let's put it this way... he'll feel blessed or we will make him feel blessed!

What Dreams May Come

24 weeks today. Nicole had another doctor appointment... no sonogram, so no new pics of our ruggedly hansome fetus, but we did find out one thing: this kid hates doctor equipment. The only thing major that they needed to get done today was a quick heart rate check. So the "quick" check up turned out to be a skills competition for the nurse. I waited forever to hear the heartbeat, with everybody being real quiet, and then I started getting nervous. Then it was over. I still don't think I actually heard a sustained heartbeat, but Nicole and the nurse both say it was there. The problem was with that boy of mine. He did not like them listening in on him. Nicole said he was running all over the place and that he hasn't moved like that ever. Goose has apparently become very skilled at avoiding the microphone and has apparently developed some moves. He would dart off to her side, run up high, slide down low... basically whatever he had to do to dodge the microphone, short of coming out, he did it. Normally, hearing the heartbeat is my favorite thing at these appointments. It's why I come. But seeing the display he put on today really makes me proud. All I can say is, "That's my boy!"

So thanks to everybody for the feedback. Pertaining to the necessities we were asking about, there is so much baby stuff out there that who knows where to start. The suggestions were great, and much appreciated, but it sounds like we will need to find out for ourselves what works best for us and Goose. For me, that will probably be having Nicole do everything and only helping out during daylight hours. I'm probably no good after say... 8 pm anyway. Pertaining to the names, we definitely appreciate the suggestions. We have some ideas, but are going to buy a baby name book just to make sure we don't miss out on anything great or have a tremendous lapse in judgement. Names that are currently on the hot list are as follows: Maddox ("Max" for short), Nolan, Jacob ("Jake" for short), Cash. Picking a name is difficult. There's a lot of pressure there. And for somebody as indecisive as me... he may wind up with a first name and 5 middle names.

One other fun thing I am starting to learn about pregnant ladies is that they have some really wacked out dreams. Has this happened to everybody else out there that has kids? From what I have read and researched, wild, vivid dreams are fairly normal during pregnancies. Nicole is definitely not an exception. She has been having some really crazy episodes... so much so that she has started to get really concerned. Mostly because her dreams aren't the typical floating through the clouds, eating chocolate flavored rainbows. Hers are quite different, and to be honest, they are kind of violent. It's funny. For instance, here's one she had last night that had her worried:

• Scene: Nicole high in a tree house, clothed in a sniper outfit, armed with a bee-bee gun. Her target? Oh, a pasture full of children mocking her and her gun. Saying things like, "That won't hurt me". Her move? Well... obviously angry about something, she squeezes off a few rounds and peppers a poor unsuspecting boy right in the rear! He falls to the ground and lay motionless hoping Nicole will move on to her next target. (And so you don't think I'm the crazy one... this is completely legit. This was her dream!)

So needless to say, she has been pretty freaked out thinking these dreams are some kind of indication of what Goose is going to be like. She's worried she's growing some kind of danger to society in there. Like our first born child is going to be born with a straight jacket and the Hannibal Lecter face mask. Kind of a funny thought though. The doctor pulls Goose out of the womb only to find that he is wearing the afforementioned outfit and he does the whole, "It's good to see you again, Doctor." Pretty funny. Anyway, sorry about the sidetrack. So since both of us were obviously a little concerned (and I was at this point), I did some research this morning to help ease her mind. Turns out a lot of women have crazy dreams. Her violence is apparently derived from her ever growing motherly instincts and, of course, the hormones. So long story short... do not mess with our baby! Nicole will rip you a new one!