We won't need a baby sitter. Thanks.

As a pediatric nurse, I've dealt with alot of abuse situations and they make me sick. I mean puking-my-guts-out, madder-than-heck sick. But this is just plain funny.

Sleepless nights...and Presidents

So, we've been told by many people that "you don't know what sleep deprivation is until you've had a baby..."

To that end, I'd like to launch a complaint. You see, the other night I was awakened around 2am by someone kicking me in the back. Yes, that's right. Kicking in the back. Isn't that good for a 20-yard penalty in football? It was not my wife who was so sweetly curled up behind me: it was my as yet unborn son - Jack! Whacking me good through Leslie's belly! And hard enough for me to feel it. I suppose he's running out of room in there, or he wanted some more space on the bed...
Jeez, I'm ready for the sleepless nights to come after he's delivered, but no one told me that he was going to be running things in MY BED before he was even born. Dude.

And finally, speaking of running things, here's a picture of a possible Presidential candidate from the state of Louisiana.

Doing What You Don't Want To Do

So, I was in my doctor's office a few months ago, and due to a little medical problem that shall go unmentioned here, she tells me that she wants me to have a Kō-lĕn-oś-kō-pē. I responded, "But I don't want to have a Kō-lĕn-oś-kō-pē !" "Well," she says, "then you can go to this specialist and see what he says about it." Confident in the intimate relationship I have with my own body, I decided to do just that. I would show her who needed what.

At my fifth visit to the specialist, he comes in the exam room and says to me, "I can't find anything wrong with you that would cause this problem that you're having. I think you need to have a Kō-lĕn-oś-kō-pē."

Dang it.

My wife, who knows a little bit about these matters agreed with the specialist and smiled that little smile that says, "Sorry dude."

So, I resigned myself to be a grown-up about the whole thing, and have it done. And I did. It wasn't so bad. There were no Sharpie drawings on my posterior, and the whole place wasn't pointing and laughing at me when I came around to consciousness. Whew.

Now for the Rest Of The Story...

The results were normal. Just like I knew they would be - even though having a Kō-lĕn-oś-kō-pē was something I did not want to do.

Marley! Man's best friend? maybe. Loyal to a fault? mostly. Cat chaser? Squirrel chaser? Big Loud Bark? Definitely! Our dog (who's going to become a real live dog again when Jack gets here, instead of "our little girl"...) in all her tongue-wagging glory:

Bloggin' ain't EZ

I'm no computer novice, but I'm no computer-geek either. I'm something in the middle, which means that even something as seemingly harmless as creating this blog has a fair share of bumps-in-the-road to overcome. However, I vow to persevere and put some stuff on the Web that is darn sure interesting. And by the way, here's a funny picture of Leslie and I (or is it me and Leslie?) working on Jack's room.

Sean and Leslie anticipate an Early Arrival...

At our last appointment with our OB doc, we decided to have the amniocentesis on June 29th with a possible delivery that very day! So, Jack may be coming a little sooner than we had originally thought. We're almost done with all of our home improvement projects, and thanks to the heroic efforts of Leslie and Emily, Jack's room is actually organized and in working order.