We’re 5 short weeks away from our son Nixon’s due date and the day-in-the-life in the Cafiero home is like a really weird holiday. Instead of eggnog lattes and sitting around a tree, or waiting for some fictional character to do something silly at our home like hide colored eggs… we have a different ritual that not everyone gets to celebrate, and it only happens once, possibly twice, and doubtfully three times for us in our entire lives. We remark at the size of her belly as each day it seems more and more pronounced and last night I sat with my hand on top, feeling a flurry of kicks, elbows and punches. We look at each other wide-eyed and laugh at amazement at how strong he is getting, and wonder together about what kind of talents we think he’ll bring to the world.
Last weekend I wanted to golf. Assuming we’d go do our own things for those couple of hours, I was pleasantly surprised that LK wanted to golf, too. She never likes to be left out of the fun and doesn’t allow herself to be handicapped by her latest form. She came along in the heat and everything and played 4 solid holes of golf.
I know that it’s not very comfortable, especially in the tail end of all of this; back hurts, trouble sleeping, easily fatigued, and the ever-occasional but well-justified breakdown moments… it’s a time where either the best or worst can come out, depending on the true colors of your character. If LK’s awesome attitude about pregnancy is any indication of what kind of mother she’ll be to our incoming son, I am relieved with optimism and hope for the good of his future, and I only hope to match her efforts in the interest of giving a great life and raising an upstanding human on this Earth.
LK, you make me so proud and in this I dedicate to you just a small token of acknowledgement on my web site, which doesn’t even scratch the surface of what you mean to me.
I love this photo, taken by my sister, Gina! My beautiful, pregnant wife.