18 weeks: father's day

Hey, everyone. Jeff here.
For those keeping score, Theresa hasn't gained any inches on her waist this week, despite her healthy appetite. She's also devouring articles and books on parenting and babies. She's been very careful with her nutrition and exercise. She's going to be a great mother.

In other news, I've noticed a pattern. Whenever I tell someone that we're expecting, I get one of two answers:
Women respond with: "That's wonderful! Congratulations!"
Men say: "Congratulations! Your life as you know it is over." That last part is usually delivered with a rueful little shake of the head. Then it's followed with gratuitous, horror-filled tales of sleep deprivation, vomit, poop, and a complete and overwhelming inability to ever go out to dinner again. Strangely enough, these tales are often conveyed with glee. Misery loves company, I guess.

But, let me tell you, this whole father thing is working out well so far. This weekend I received my first ever father's day gift! A hammock. Thanks, Randy and Tania!
Man, everyone should have a hammock. Soothing, rocking, comforting, sleep-inducing; it's like a cradle for adults. If everyone had a hammock, there would be less war in the world.

I also got a barbeque from my unborn baby. Score! Now I can cook my meat foodstuffs outdoors and get that good fire and charcoal smell all over them just how I like. A hammock and a barbeque. I am the suburban dad of the 1950's. We should have done this father thing sooner! Thanks, baby.

Happy father's day, everyone. Especially to my dad, Peter.
-Jeff

PS:
Anyone reading this can reply to these posts by hitting "comments." We're still in the market for baby name suggestions!
We hope to know the baby's gender on July 7.