Greetings from a minus one star hotel in Hutchinson, Kansas. It is here that I play Xbox and watch movies for about 250 bones per day... but we will talk about my job another time. I would, however, like to discuss some other things today.
First off, I have plenty of reasons but no excuse for my absence. Actually, the excuse is laziness. I have had a full plate since the beginning of May, but not busy enough to have only posted 2 times in the 1,992 hours. My sincerest apologies for falling behind.
Now we can move on to more important current events. In order to revisit my previous blogger's attitude of consistency, I will have several posts over the next few days to discuss these items. We will start with the most exciting piece of news first.
As you know, The Wife and I recently departed from the moral cesspool that is Utah to seek fortune and glory. Instead, we got pregnant. Even though we are having to put our search for El Dorado on hold, we couldn't be happier.
The first trimester taught us that the "morning" part of morning sickness is merely a formality, and that it is indeed useless. It should just be called "sickness", or "all the damn time sickness". This idea of "morning" sickness does nothing more than cause one to set unrealistic expectations. In our case, the all the damn time sickness lasted a few weeks past the first trimester, so The Wife went through quite a rough time. I tried my best to be accommodating to her needs, but I'm sure I could have done better. For the most part, my duties were relegated to late night trips to the fridge for water.Recently though, the sickness has seemed to have waned and has substituted itself with ravenous hunger. The cause of the hunger is evidenced via the stomach expansion project taking place where the baby seems to be doubling in size every other week or so. He is a hungry one. Thats right... HE is a hungry one. So many friends and family members were so sure it was a girl that we started to believe it. We believed it so much that we were down to two names. However, il codice genetico di Colabella prevailed in historic fashion supplying the Y chromosome. We are thinking about doing a baseball theme for the nursery in our new house (future post), but of course, The Wife has the veto card of pregnancy and perpetual indecision.
As for the name, he will the Albert IV. I must admit, I was wavering on the continuation of that name just a bit, but it was set in stone on the 8th of this month when Albert Sr. passed away (future post). I find that it is a very honorable name given the circumstances.
That will be all for now.
Out.
