5/16/13 - My One-Stop Shop
Blogger's Note: Joanna's doctor's visit yesterday revealed that she's 1 centimeter dilated, and the due date is now less than a month away. Preparation for Amelia is now in full swing as Joanna's "nesting" instinct has gone into full gear. I have no doubt that this will be the subject of my posts over the next few weeks.
And it's probably about time. My posts of late seem to have lost touch with the direction I intended when I launched this blog. I wanted to pave a fun road tinted with feeling, and I wanted my sense of humor to steer the wheel. Somehow, it would seem that I took a wrong turn somewhere, and I think I know where. Which is the essence of this week's subject. (We'll get there in a moment.) And now that I know where the problem lies, perhaps I can work on fixing it.
Also, my target length has been exceeded the past two weeks (especially last week's). It seems when I tap a vein of inspiration and start writing, I have a tough time damming the thing back up. I'll work on that.
Joanna has her shows: Grey's Anatomy, Modern Family, Ellen, E! News. I have my shows: the Big Bang Theory, Parks and Recreation, Falling Skies, Breaking Bad. And then we have our shows: Once Upon a Time, Walking Dead, Hell's Kitchen, and....
The Office was the first "our" show. When Joanna and I first started dating, we started watching this series from its premiere. We grimaced at Michael's clueless leadership; we laughed at Jim's pranks on Dwight, Angela throwing her cat to save it from a fire, Meredith getting run over; we followed the evolution of Jim and Pam's relationship. Our's somewhat mirrored theirs. We yelled at the tv for Jim "to just tell her how you feel already!" We held our breaths when he knelt in the rain at a roadside rest stop to pop the question. We cheered along the wedding ceremony. We struggled along with their relationship hiccups. And we laughed. During almost every episode. Sometimes really hard.
Tonight airs the final episode of the Office. You better believe we'll be watching this special 2-hour affair. It's a date with my wife that I know we have even though we haven't even discussed it. And aren't they the best kind? They're rarely recognized as dates, but aren't they? Setting aside time together, despite the fact that I'll probably be shirt-less in pajama bottoms, I know that tonight, at 7pm, we'll be sharing the couch (and probably a bowl of popcorn) to watch tv.
And that's great because I miss my friend.
When I want to talk sports, I call Matt. When I want to go bike riding, I call Gina. When I want to talk science fiction, I call Jeremy. When I want to talk nerd-stuff, I call Amber. If I want to talk about Roman, I call Mom. If I want to talk video games, I call DJ. If I want to make preparations for the impending zombie apocalypse, I call Kristin. (the fact is that all of my friends mean different things to me at different times, but I did have some fun stereotyping them).
But Joanna is my one-stop shop. She is all of these things to me at any given time. Even if it's something that she's not much interested in, she'll humor me and pretend. She'll listen to me ramble on about comics; she'll share my frustration at a bad call from an umpire; she'll help me add stuff to our zombie survival kit.
Joanna and I aren't couch potatoes. Before she went and got pregnant, we spent our days off together walking in the park, taking a trip to Carbondale to see what we could get into, go bike riding, go canoeing, hit the wine trail, plan a vacation, discuss our dreams, play with Roman, and the list goes on and on and on. If the directions to the scenic point-of-interest say we start by walking ten miles over a mountain, Joanna starts walking without a second thought. And I walk with her. She's no girlie-girl.
So, I think I know what's got me down.. and it's probably a bit selfish. I miss my friend. No one can fill all of the roles that she does at any given moment. Now that she's pregnant, she's unable to do all of these things with me. I know, I know.. she's doing the hard part. She's carrying my child; she's on her feet all day working; her feet and her back are being stressed to their limits. I get it, I get it.
But, that doesn't mean that I have to like it.
Tonight, even if it's not a physical activity, Joanna and I will have a brief moment of together-ness like we had before all this childbirth shit. I'll take what I can get.
Blogger's Note: Joanna's doctor's visit yesterday revealed that she's 1 centimeter dilated, and the due date is now less than a month away. Preparation for Amelia is now in full swing as Joanna's "nesting" instinct has gone into full gear. I have no doubt that this will be the subject of my posts over the next few weeks.
And it's probably about time. My posts of late seem to have lost touch with the direction I intended when I launched this blog. I wanted to pave a fun road tinted with feeling, and I wanted my sense of humor to steer the wheel. Somehow, it would seem that I took a wrong turn somewhere, and I think I know where. Which is the essence of this week's subject. (We'll get there in a moment.) And now that I know where the problem lies, perhaps I can work on fixing it.
Also, my target length has been exceeded the past two weeks (especially last week's). It seems when I tap a vein of inspiration and start writing, I have a tough time damming the thing back up. I'll work on that.
Joanna has her shows: Grey's Anatomy, Modern Family, Ellen, E! News. I have my shows: the Big Bang Theory, Parks and Recreation, Falling Skies, Breaking Bad. And then we have our shows: Once Upon a Time, Walking Dead, Hell's Kitchen, and....
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| in Crete |
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| Current River |
And that's great because I miss my friend.
When I want to talk sports, I call Matt. When I want to go bike riding, I call Gina. When I want to talk science fiction, I call Jeremy. When I want to talk nerd-stuff, I call Amber. If I want to talk about Roman, I call Mom. If I want to talk video games, I call DJ. If I want to make preparations for the impending zombie apocalypse, I call Kristin. (the fact is that all of my friends mean different things to me at different times, but I did have some fun stereotyping them).
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| in Prague (note my Office tee-shirt) |
Joanna and I aren't couch potatoes. Before she went and got pregnant, we spent our days off together walking in the park, taking a trip to Carbondale to see what we could get into, go bike riding, go canoeing, hit the wine trail, plan a vacation, discuss our dreams, play with Roman, and the list goes on and on and on. If the directions to the scenic point-of-interest say we start by walking ten miles over a mountain, Joanna starts walking without a second thought. And I walk with her. She's no girlie-girl.
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| Cairo, Egypt |
But, that doesn't mean that I have to like it.
Tonight, even if it's not a physical activity, Joanna and I will have a brief moment of together-ness like we had before all this childbirth shit. I'll take what I can get.
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