Happy New Year. I am so excited, we are finally pregnant. It took over four months, but we did it around Thanksgiving. I looked like a turkey lying on the floor with my legs up in the air trying to percolate. The baby is due on August 18th. So he or she will be a Leo, like me. I’ve already read just about all of the pregnancy books I’ve got. I know I’m a nerd, but I like to understand what’s going on. I’m hoping that we can find out the gender, too. My ob-gyn is a nice older gentleman, who probably isn’t far from retirement. I like him though because he is really sweet and kind. Louie couldn’t go with me for the first visit, but I think he will like the doctor, too.
We had to find our dog, Lenny, a new home. I know we didn’t have him very long, but I cried when he left. He’ll be happier, though, since he’s going to a nice place where they will allow him in the house. When Louie decided to get rid of the dog, I reminded him that this was supposed to be a trial run for a baby, and that we couldn’t just give the baby away when it was inconvenient. He didn’t appreciate the comparison, and said this was obviously different. We didn’t know we were pregnant then, but soon found out.
I just about danced out of the bathroom to show Lou the home pregnancy test results. I guess I expected his reaction to be like mine, since we had been trying for so long. But he just kind of said, “Oh,” and set aside the test stick. Dumfounded by his response, I asked back, “Oh?” He then plainly, and quite dully stated, “Congratulations. I don’t know what else you expect me to say.” He said that he had to go, gave me a quick hug and a peck and left for PA for the week. Maybe he was just in shock. I celebrated by myself that night with a toast orange juice with a very light ceremonial splash of vodka as my last alcohol for a long time. We’ve planned a trip to Paradise Island in the Bahamas next month, so we can have our last DINK (Double Income No Kids) vacation together before I get too big. I started off the pregnancy at 120 pounds, and am in good shape from working out, so I still should look good in a bathing suit.
I don’t want my boss to find out that I’m pregnant yet, but I had to tell a couple friends at work so they would cover for me when I got sick. One person figured it out at the department Christmas party when she caught me at the bar ordering a Virgin Bloody Mary. I’ll be glad when everyone knows, actually. I haven’t even told my family yet. We seldom get to visit them for Christmas or other holidays. My parents don’t make a big deal about it, but I know they want me to come home more often. Problem is that now that we have a house, Lou likes to be in our own home for the holidays. Especially for Christmas, since that’s his birthday. I don’t blame him, but I wish we lived closer so we could compromise a bit more. I feel guilty always telling my family that I’m not coming home, but if I force it and he’s not happy, then I can’t enjoy the visit either. So it’s a no win for me. It’s just easier to plan to visit when there’s something else going on that Lou can look forward to. We’ve usually go visit in the Spring when there are fraternity and Union College reunion functions that we can attend at the same time. One of the best visits we had in Schenectady was to go to Bruce’s wedding. We didn’t know anybody at the reception, and everyone else at our table was pretty much a misfit. We all got along great and laughed, drank, and danced all night long. It was absolutely the best time we have ever had.
On the last trip we made to New York, we outlined an entire book. The consulting business was slowing down, and Lou just didn’t have as much work, and was getting pretty depressed about the future and so we were talking about what he should do next. He has written several articles for trade magazines in the past, and has done lots of speaking engagements through APICS, but really wanted to be published in Harvard Business Review. Most of the consulting work was done using teams to solve problems and implement solutions, and he developed a system to use a pull methodology for custom manufacturing, and named it Production Sequencing. I suggested that instead of just trying to get in HBR, he should write a book. He thought that I was crazy, that he could never get a book published. But we decided to give it a try anyway. So on a drive up and back from Schenectady, we wrote a description of a book, and laid out all the chapters and an outlined a proposal. We decided to make it a fictional business novel that can be used for training and team development. I think it is an awesome idea, and believe that having a book published will establish him as an expert in teamwork and production planning, and that will bring in plenty of work. Plus, he can use his own book as a training tool for his clients when he sets up teams. It’s a winner in so many ways. Right now, he only has his past clients and word of mouth to demonstrate his expertise.
He hasn’t been working as much, so now he writes instead. Every day he sets a goal for how many words he’ll get done. Each night, I edit the work, and we plan out exactly what will be in the next part of the story. His friend from high school is illustrating the book and helping with editing and general feedback and suggestions. He is an awesome artist, and super intelligent, and we are so lucky that he wants to work with us, but Lou gets frustrated when he calls his buddy and his wife says he can’t come to the phone because he’s giving the baby a bath or doing something with their child. Lou thinks that she doesn’t like him because she can tell that he knows she’s controlling and taking advantage of her husband because she’s just lazy. However, I’ve never once heard him complain about taking care of their child. I imagine they share responsibilities, and it just seems lopsided to Lou because he can’t talk to his friend whenever he wants. I don’t think we are around them enough to know what life is really like.