We don’t often have big news to announce, but I guess this qualifies as big news in our circle.
With a baby.
A human baby.
A Brawley baby.
As of yesterday, Tracy’s doctor estimated her to be at around 13 weeks along. We saw the first ultrasound together, and waited no more than two seconds to see this little creature bouncing around. I wasn’t quite sure, but the baby’s movements did resemble something like a pop-n-lock breakdance combo move. I asked Tracy if she could feel any of that. She said no. Something tells me that won’t be the case too long from now.
So yeah…a baby. In our house. And not one that comes over, makes a mess, and then leaves. This one’s moving in on a permanent basis. Danzig’s gonna be thrilled. (Seriously…he will be, as he loves kids.)
We’re actually very excited. There’s been a bit of a lull in little humans pooping every few hours in both the Brawley/Brune and Forrester circles in recent years, so I’d say we’re all overdue.
We don’t have a firm due date yet, but early June is the estimate for now. Tracy’s excited to have the Summer “off” from “work.” I’m just glad we have air-conditioning in the house.
We will be finding out the gender ahead of time. Tracy and I are both obsessive planning types, so it’s just best that way. And yes, we checked…there’s only one kid in there. We both have twins in our bloodlines, so this was a running theme for some time.
Before it all goes down, we’ve got some things to get done around the house. We’re emptying the office (selling a desk, moving a file cabinet, converting all CD’s into MP3′s and selling all but less-than-10% of them, boxing up DVD’s for the garage until there’s a decent movie conversion format available…y’know…tech nerd stuff), moving the guest room into that space, and converting the guest room into a nursery. Likely emptying out some closet space, trips to Goodwill, things like that.
Also, this means there will be approximately 47 kids under the age of two running around our little section (known as “Del Boca Vista“) at Timbers matches. The Timbers Army will indeed have an area dedicated to in-match day care. Please ignore the smell of spilled beer on diaper bags.
From this point on, it’ll be nothing but baby talk, poop, live-tweeting monotonous baby activity, more poop, sleepless nights, coffee buzzin’, and probably even more poop. Happy days are here again!