The Occasional Solipsist

Yeah, so sometimes I guess I really don't have a lot to say, but feel like talking/blogging anyways, if for nothing else than to stretch the sadly underused writing muscles.

So here we are.

I started working out at my gym today. Finally.

I have been waiting for my new gym in St. Catharines to open up for a few months now. Waiting because I paid for my membership before listening to the folks over at the local rumour mill say that it was likely a scam.

Nice to see that 'they' were wrong.

Hmm, what else?

We're almost ready for Christmas around the house. Or at least as ready as we'll be this year. All the presents are bought (except for a few I have left to buy for Superwife), and what passes for decorations are hung up. I say that because we've been waiting for our new kitchen to be installed and have done nothing at all to the inside because of the mess that we know is coming.

Superwife's pregnancy is coming along nicely, or so it appears from my position in the front row of the cheap seats. I am fairly oblivious when it comes to these things, this being our first child.

Maybe Taylor's right. Maybe being oblivious is the better state to be in. Or was it being ignorant. Same thing, I suppose.

Anywho, we get to go see a doctor next week, and hopefully get to hear the baby's heartbeat for the first time. I am so stoked for that. Stoked for the whole thing, in fact. Fatherhood, I mean.

Guess I figure I haven't been so successful at some of the things I've done in my life, but I know that being a father is something I'll be good at. Could it be from the huge railcar of baggage I cart around with me from my own childhood? Maybe.

But if that baggage comes in handy when helping me decide what NOT to do when it comes to any parental situation, well then I guess the fucking thing will have paid for itself, eh?

Hope so, cause its been a bit of a pain to lug around all these years.