Basic Information

So here's the low-down:

My wife and I are pregnant. She's more pregnant than I am, in that she will show, but this is definately a team effort. I don't envy the weight gain, change in eating habits, constipation and the oodles of maternity clothes that must (not need, must) be procured. On the other hand, I'm quite willing to rub feet, draw baths, clean, cook and otherwise assist in any way, shape or form as required.

We are due in late September. That means that my wife will be carrying our bundle of joy, a personal fireplace, through the heat of the summer. That's led us to install central air in our 1920 clapboard home to fend off the pounding heat. It was something we had wanted to do anyhow, but this made it slightly more than a want.

We're having a boy. I had always wanted a daughter first. For some reason, the concept of a big sister appealed to me as I was growing up. Later, the concept of a first daughter seemed a wiser choice as boys are generally dirty, messy and destructive and that's in their 40s. Further, we had a girl's name all picked out (no, I won't tell you, so please don't ask) quite early and easily, which pretty much guarenteed that we would be having a boy. God has a sense of humor.

Porter Chase Lee [last name]. That's his name. If you want to know the particulars of those name choices, send me an email and I'll relate the long, lengthy and laborious trail that my wife and I travelled to finally arrive at our son's name.

Porter likes to move. Previous to last night, only his mother had felt him moving around. Being with him 24/7 has that advantage. She would grab my hand, thrust it to her swelling tummy and we would wait for an hour or three before giving it up as a lost cause. That changed last night. I felt my son kick. He isn't a soccer player, but he is definately there, which is a great relief since there was concern Lil was just getting fat.

Not by me, mind you, just people. I was hearing things. I heard things.

But there ya go, that's the basics.