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This sonogram image is, in no way, altered or modified for comedic effect.

We don’t often have big news to announce, but I guess this qualifies as big news in our circle.

Tracy’s pregnant.

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!

Went to Chipotle for lunch today (with a side trip to Petsmart to pick up treats for Danzig).*

Ordered my standard order ahead of time via the iPhone app at 11:55am. Earliest pick-up time available was 12:15pm. Perfect!

Grabbed some Greenies for the boy. Cashier literally asked “are these for your dog or something?” I couldn’t even find the words.

Walked over to Chipotle, skipped the line and headed to the Pick-Up window (the Tualatin location has one). Checked in then stood behind guy waiting on a rather large catering order. As he got set to go, he spilled his drink. Cleanup on aisle 1!

Staff mopped up. Then a guy comes up to the window asking about his order. Claims it was due at 12:05pm, and that he coulda gone through the regular line twice by this time, and then asked what was the point of even ordering ahead of time. Dude was pretty nasty about it, then proceeds to leave, but not before proclaiming “f*ck it!”

Staff girl looks at me, hands me my order, and then says “it’s on me today.”

Karma, folks…karma.

* – this errand/lunch run is possibly only in the burbs, not downtown where I used to work.

Well not to bum everyone out, but I guess I gotta put it out there eventually. My Grandmother Peggy Brune passed away earlier tonight. Grandpa, Mom, Uncle Paul and Aunt Cindy were there when it happened. It sucks, but we were prepared for this. I am VERY thankful I got to see her last weekend and witness both a good day and a bad day of her mental state. In her right mind, she would not have wanted to stick around in that condition. It hasn’t quite sunk in yet, but deep down I know my Grandma would not want me sulking around and having a pity party. So, unless she indicates otherwise via supernatural means, it’s business-as-usual. She woulda wanted it that way (and would not have held back in telling me so, either). Believe it or not, she’s the one I got my warped sense of humor from, so the regular posts of weird videos, off-color humor and Timbers/Blazers rants shall carry on. Miss you Grandma. Say hi to Great-Grandma and Great-Grandpa Deaton up there.