week. 28.

If fort Bob was a man he would have been dead for years now.  A foggy memory in the minds of those that loved him.

Many days and nights of my childhood were spent carefree in the hollows of this forest.  It was in this very spot years ago that our close knit group of family and friends, 4 young boys, laid out the plans for fort Bob.  Bob had many steps in his evolution through out the years.  He was home base.  He was a hide out.  He was the gracious host of our paintballing adventures.  He was our friend.  In the cold winters we could see the blue of the tarps gleaming through the eaves.  He would always endure the winter, waiting for the inevitable return of spring and the 4 architects who would restore his walls of plywood and polyethylene tarpaulin (otherwise known as blue tarps).  Bob was our summer sanctuary.  Countless hours were spent landscaping the forest grounds, and eventually fort Bobette came into existence a few acres away.  We were not inclined to waste our creative flows on the naming of our forts.  Slowly Bob and Bobette’s time came to an end, along with our childhood.  Jobs, girlfriends, life all started to keep us out of our forest, until the only few times we returned were to remember all that had happened.

Today there is only shadows left.  Bits of tarp strewn across the forest floor.  Larger sections cling to the trees like they are part of the foliage.  The skeletons of our two friends lay scattered about the leaves and nailed to the trees.  I can only hope that one day someone will breath life back into these forgotten places.  Maybe my children.  Maybe some one else children.  Maybe…

This week the reality of the situation is starting to sink in.  Birthing classes start next week.  There is no ignoring the elephant in the room anymore.  By elephant I mean my wife’s enormous belly!  Very soon it will no longer be just Kate and I navigating this life together.  A third will be joining us on this boat.  I am so excited but I am now realizing that I need to focus on enjoying these last two months to the fullest.  At the end of them, everything changes.  I thought everything changed the day that we found out.  Now I see how silly of a thought that was.  Nothing has changed yet.  But our idea of normalcy is about to blow apart. 

Babyjedi, be nice to us, we are going to be brand new to this whole parenting thing.  Love you!

Kate had three needles in her today.  Kate does not like needles, but she handled them all like a champ.  A seasoned pro even.  Her yoga has been going well.  Weddings have been amazing.  I am really starting to feel like the business is starting to get some legs of its own, which is a huge relief.  The doctors/midwives/nurses/nurseassistants are all starting to sound like a broken record.  “Everything is going perfect.”  We are cautiously waiting for this to change, but hoping it just keeps up.

Whatever happens happens.  One baby step at a time.  <– do you see what i did there?

Thanks for looking,

daniel. kate. babyjedi.

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