We're expecting our first born sometime in the first couple weeks of September. We're very excited.
We're probably not going to ask about the gender, and find out when he/she is born. We've got some names picked out, but as we're probably going to change our minds a dozen times before September, I won't bother telling you what we've come up with.
She's almost to the second trimester, which we are hoping means that the nausea will ease off. When she was in university she once bragged to me that she could count the number of times she's thrown up in her life on one hand. Not any more!
Aside from that big news, not much else is new. Work has picked up again after a couple of slower than usual months. I'm back to being busy - including projects for a couple of new local clients. My existing clients have been asking for more as well. All good since Bonnie will be taking some time off work when the baby comes. Better save up a nest egg while we can.
I'm really enjoying the Karate classes I'm taking. I'm a red belt now - still a beginner, but not the very bottom any more. Exercise and learning how to pummel people is a great combination.
March 7, 2003
Recently, it has been pointed out that Bonnie and I sometimes give the impression of a "cute couple". I think the pertinent quote is "Seriously, if I were to catch them twisting the heads off of small kittens and sucking out their feline brains, that would only serve to cancel out their extreme cuteness and make them seem more normal to me." In defense of this, and only because I enjoy sharing my deepmost emotional state with my web audience, I would like to dispute this apparent cuteness.
For example, the picture to the left may seem like a cute couple. But you don't know what is going through our heads at this particular moment. I had just came over to whisper to Bonnie, that perhaps it would be a good idea to put away the hammer that she likes to keep at her side (bottom right of picture). She always likes to have some sort of blunt striking instrument around. I swear she was drooling when I showed her a picture of a titanium crowbar once. Anyway, this was over Christmas, and in the spirit of family and friends, I thought it would be a good idea if nobody was on the receiving end of that hammer.
At that moment, Clayton attracted my attention with the camera. He was also casually eating a chocolate bar. Now, those who know me, know I am a borderline chocoholic (some might dispute the 'borderline'). And those close to me, know that unless I am already holding some chocolate, it is quite dangerous to have some of your own within my range of vision. So, at that particular moment, I was imagining leaping over the couch, thrusting my hand into Clay's stomach, ripping out his liver, and calmly removing the chocolate bar from his limp fingers. Hence, the grin on my face.
Bonnie's grin is actually a little more scary. I think she can somehow sense my evil intentions. She is always encouraging me to be more evil, and I think at that moment she sensed my violent fantasy and was enjoying it, almost feeding off of my waves of evil thoughts. It always creeps me out when she does that, I feel a little used.
So, the picture was taken. As usual, I resisted the violent urges. The night continued on without incident, though I couldn't convince Bonnie to put away the hammer.
So really, whenever we are seen acting cute, it is only because we are reveling in each other's homicidal tendencies. Most don't know this, and that just adds to our enjoyment.
I wonder what our kids will be like.
March 13, 2003