Tuesday, December 01, 2009

Penance

This is how my life goes: I Wear Flickerbockers becomes a Failblog in the truest sense of the word. I run into Jonny X at a social event. He assails me for having a terrible blog. I am remorseful and post another entry into my blog. One month (or more) passes. Repeat. I really need more frequent impetuses (or is it impeti?) than the occasional run-in with Jon. I'm pretty sure that an eternal inspiration to keep me writing is coming.




In case you have not heard, Sarah and I are expecting a child. That's right, another generation of Tom Flicks is starting. Since you are currently reading this blog, you most likely know Sarah and I personally. This means that you probably understand how excited and pumped up we are for this next stage of our lives. We both love kids and despite the fact that it took a few months longer than we had hoped, we are right on schedule. Obviously, we have known for a while (December 4th is 11 weeks). We waited as long as possible to tell people, with the terrible possibility of miscarriage always looming. Now that we have passed the 8 week appointment where we saw the ultrasound of the little heart beat (meaning the chance of miscarriage was less than 1%), we feel comfortable spreading the good news. We even kept it quiet for a couple more weeks to make sure to tell our families personally. Needless to say, we have a few excited future aunts, uncles, grandparents, and great-grandparents.

During all of my mom's pregnancies with me and my siblings, my parents called the in-utero baby "Herman". Sarah's grandfather, who she was incredibly close to, always called her "Squirt". Sarah and I have continued these traditions, referring to the little kumquat as both Herman and Squirt. It also has been lovingly given the names "Baby Arkansas" and "Carlos". I can honestly say that I have never envisioned my child as a Carlos.




Despite the myriad of names, the little guy/girl is due on June 25th. Sarah is thankful that the baby will be out before the real hot part of the summer kicks in. I am not especially happy about Sarah being out for spring and summer softball. Hopefully she can return for the fall season! But such is the price that one must pay for a new little "8 pounds 6 ounce newborn infant [Carlos] in your golden, fleece diapers, with your curled-up, fat, balled-up little fists pawin' at the air." (I like the baby version the best!)

So please keep us in your thoughts and prayers as we go along this completely new path. We appreciate all the love and support!

Love,
Mike