Stuff to do.

[krowface]

The new job is just fine. I'm perfectly capable of doing it well, I enjoy doing it (or I enjoy not working at the old fucking place anymore), and my customers and co-workers like me just fine.

It pays well, and it affords me enough free time to work on the design work. It also looks incredibly stable, and with enough time, I definately see chance for advancement.

I wasn't getting as many hours as I wanted, but that's already changed. It's the commute. It's really a lot. 

Between being on the train for an hour and a half each way, and the full hour of biking each way, and the fact I work overnights now, I think I'm losing my mind a little. The disconnect is weird. At the same time, the more I look at the internet, the more I think maybe some alone time would be worth it.

Now if I could just find a nice place somewhere really close to work, that would be nice. 

So I'm really sore and really tired all the time. At least I'm getting some fresh air and exercise, right?

...

Now that I'm adjusted to the new job, I can get back to work on what I started two weeks ago.

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The best thing going on right now is the baby. Both Kate and I are stressed, but we're very happy. We know the future's going to be hard, but we're looking forward to it. I mean what good time is ever easy?

Every one of these little moments have been so joyous and life affirming.

The heartbeat, the video of it's movement. Today I actually felt it moving and kicking physically.

Resting my hand on her stomache, I could almost believe for a moment that our child felt my presence there. It was if they were trying to reach for me and find a finger to grip. I'm sure it was only reacting to the pressure and the warmth of my hand, but the way it seems to keep reaching out and reaching out...

Another sign that this life was on it's way, and I fill up with such childlike wonder that I almost burst. 

This is life, I'm a part of it. 

I already know what they mean by having a child means unconditional love. And I don't mean theirs as an offspring. I mean mine as the father.

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Stil tired as hell though. haha.

Comments

[thehobbit.livejournal.com]

I think the kid is totally reaching out. You're not crazy or projecting. This chick whose blog I follow talked about how her husband would rub her belly and she could feel the baby push up against his hand as if she wanted her butt rubbed.

Kids are the coolest. Period.

[ir-g0d355.livejournal.com]

I like this update. It pleases me.

[devalmont.livejournal.com]

You're not wrong, they totally push against your hand, feeling the shape, learning even before birth.

Oh, and you have NO idea of the rush of emotions you're about to feel. I've got Evelyn in a baby chair on my desk right now, looking into my eyes and smiling, and it's the best thing ever. Literally there is no experience to match it.

[n3m3sis42.livejournal.com]

Just wait until he is born. The unconditional love thing gets even stronger. It's really great but also kind of scary.

[damnitnicole]

I think you would both have quite a lot of fun if you were to hit up a cheap book place and find somebody's old Human Growth and Development textbook. It's hella more informative, comprehensive, and current than shit like "What To Expect..." and it tells you all about stuff like this, well into the childhood years.

[hep.livejournal.com]

that is pretty much yuriy's daily commute too. he bikes 10miles to the train, takes the train an hour and a half south, then bikes about 20 miles to his office. then does it back again at night, often after working 10hr days because his job is a bunch of jerks. he likes it tho, he says it gives him time to reflect while riding and read books on the train, something he doesn't otherwise do.