Just a Little Guy...

Ok, so here's the news. John Aaron Tobias Askins was born on December 13th. He weighed in at 8 lbs. 9 oz. and measured at 21 inches. He's easily the most perfect baby ever. He's almost always calm (except when he's hungry) and he's got the coolest hair. I've been late on posting because...well, hanging out with the boy has been a little higher on the priority list. But, as a proud father, I couldn't wait any longer.

So, making his Dim Bulb debut....it's Aaron!

1 AM

It is now an hour into Tuesday and Aaron is not yet here. We'll be going to the hospital tonight to get things going. In the meantime, however, I think I'll be getting some sleep...

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Search your feelings. You know it to be true.

So, after all this time, I've decided I'm ok with it. Aaron can stay in there. I rather like the way things are and having a baby around would change everything.

The problem with blogging reverse psychology about unborn children is that they don't usually get a reliable internet connection in the womb.

On a more serious note, I'm sure everyone and their dog out there is saying something about it (I know the news is), but I hope that if it comes to it, I can be the kind of dad James Kim went out being. I don't know how he lived, but I know how he died and if I were in a similar place, I want to die for my family. I'm sure he didn't plan for that to happen, it surely seems he didn't, but you've got to respect a guy who will risk death to save the ones they love. I'm sure his last hours were at least scary and it was probably more than unpleasant, but he manned up and did what needed to be done. There's no shame in that.

T-plus 1 day and blah blah blah

So.....very.......cold....

Yeah, so...no baby, yet. Also, no baby yeti. I'm glad about the second one. He weighed in at an estimated 8.5 lbs (that's 3.86 kg for you metric folk) on Monday. If he goes until next Wednesday, he could be well over 9.

DUDE.

While I'm really excited about the birth (couldn't you tell?), I feel bad about all the crap my wife has gone through to get to this point. Her acid reflux has gone crazy (which it would've been bad for any other pregnant woman, anyway) because she can't take her medicine (they haven't done enough tests to show it is safe for pregnant women). Her back is a mess and she can't go to the chiropractor or take more than a couple tylenol (one at a time) through the day (the equivalent of trying destroying a car with a feather). This is to say nothing of the fact that he never actually got out of her ribs. He's been quite content to grow downwards instead of going that direction. All in all, being pregnant sounds like a whole lot of suck. I guess the end justifies the means, but...still!

On a different subject, I hate Tuesday nights. There is SO much nothing on tv. I suppose the fact that I only get 3 channels has something to do with it (unless you count PBS...and why would you?).

I'm feeling snacky and nauseous at the same time today. I skipped breakfast this morning because I wasn't feeling too great, but apparently my brain (kind of) won, because I'm now eating stale cheese cracker sandwiches (you know....the ones that come with the crappy peanut butter filling?). They are...acceptable.

T-minus 0 days and still counting

Today is the big day. Not that you'd know it around our house, but according to the calendar, Aaron will be officially late as of midnight tonight. Way to go, boy. You missed your birthday.

All kidding aside, though, it is a real letdown that not only did he not come early (it's been acceptable for him to come since the middle of last month, development-wise) but he also isn't going to be on time. Moreso for Andria than I, but I'm ready for him to be ready already. The doctor said we're looking at next Wednesday as the big action day if he doesn't come on his own by then. And I was so looking forward to having him here this weekend. We could watch cartoons together.

Or Star Wars. First chance I get, A New Hope is going in the DVD player and I'll start introducing him to the finer things in life.

I tried to get a little drawing done last night. I drew four boxes and a three dimensional cylinder. Whoo. The problem is, between nerves (baby-related...I despise waiting...I'm so impatient), Heroes (last night's episode was SO good), and walking through Wal-Mart late last night (anything to "encourage" Aaron to be born already is cool with me), there was hardly any chance I was going to get settled enough to draw. I've been working on a drawing of Sylar (Heroes, again) since last Monday, and I'm just barely any further than I was at this time last week. It's looking rather nice, I think, but I'd like to be done, you know?

I'm really hoping Aaron will come soon. I'm officially off my groove until further notice.

T-minus 1 day and counting...

First of all...


Hee hee! I'm quite excited that we found this. Now, it's only three years until he'll be old enough to play with it.

So, anyway, tomorrow's the due date. I'm getting anxious. It's not nerves, exactly. I'm just really over the waiting and there is always a sense of uncertainty when you start something new. Especially when it involves someone who'll change your life forever. I mean, at this point, Aaron has no idea that I'm an idiot. I figure I'll be able to hide that fact from him for 8, maybe 9 or 10 years, but then...ugh. Hopefully, I'll wise up enough in the meantime that I can stay ahead of that notion until adolescence, when I don't have a chance anyway.

The funny thing about all this stuff is that I'm vacillating between calm and nervous calm. The only main difference is an elusive feeling of tension (along the lines of what Obi-Wan mentioned at the start of Phantom Menace). That nervous feeling makes me more nervous than the actual reason I'm getting the feeling in the first place. I mean...is my subconscious trying to tell me I've forgotten to take care of something???

Either way, tomorrow just my be my boy's birthday. Those only come around once in a lifetime. Usually, the celebration of such is far less frantic and not nearly so traumatic for those involved (though I'm sure the doctors wish they could get the money on said celebration days that they get for the main event). Still, I'm really excited and I can't wait to turn him into a Star Wars fan.

'Cause it's not like I'm going to be able to help him turn into an athlete.