Number 1

So they say you can't make an omelet without breaking a few eggs, and it seems I can't spell omelet without 5 tries, and as such this will probably my 5th attempt at blogging with some form of consistency. Previous attempts have died off because I eventually run out of ideas or I get terribly bored (the now defunked and deleted Cape and Cowl). But on my horizon is a very fascinating event: I'm going to be a father.

This stirs all sorts of fear, anxiety, joy and pants wetting from my very core. My situation is interesting, but not unique; the mom and I live states apart from one another. I cannot watch the growth. I cannot be there for her. I will not feel her belly the first clearly identifiable time the baby decides to kung fu fight from within. This disconnection was magnified by a recent text I got from mommy. The text was a profile picture of her belly. I cried. It was probably the coolest thing in the world I've ever been part of and I currently have nothing to do with it.

In December mommy will be moving down here with me and I can try to make up for lost time during the 2 months before the little bugger is born. So to fill in the time I want to write about myself, my day, and situationally throw in some baby stuff as I go.