I work from home. I've been doing it for a little over a year now, and it's a mixed blessing. On the one hand, I can spend my moments of downtime tidying up the house or doing laundry instead of screwing around on the internet. On the other, I feel like I'm at work all the time. When my phone rings at 7pm while I'm making dinner, I feel an obligation to answer. I'm not actively sitting at my computer, but it's still work.
Anyway, one of the perks that I anticipated with working from home and having a baby was that I'd get to spend a lot of time with the little guy. We've visited day cares in the area and can't get excited about any of them. I was raised by a stay-at-home mom and think that it worked out pretty well in my situation. I'm not a fan of dropping my new baby off with someone else and having them raise them... However, I need to work. With the wife in school, there's really no option. I was just hoping to have the best of both worlds.
Right now, I have a lot of people telling me that it's not realistic. One of them is my boss. We're going to have a sit-down next week to discuss. I'm nervous.
Friday, September 24, 2010
Bender
So in advance of the birth of my son, I've been on quite a bender. There's a part of me that feels that the frat boy part of my life is coming to an end so I ought to take advantage when I can. We've had baby showers, weddings, fantasy football drafts, and random weekends with family and friends, and almost without fail, I've overindulged. Bad? Yeah, probably. It's a lot harder for me to recover from a hangover at 29 than it was at 22. After a long weekend such as the last one at Claire's brother's wedding last weekend, I'm downright exhausted. Still, though, I feel like I'm getting it out of my system before I have a tiny dependent.
Another thing I've noticed about benders as you age is that you really try to squeeze the maximum amount of fun out of every gathering. We had 10 guests in town for my league's fantasy football draft. It was outrageous. Almost every inch of floor space was covered in inflatable mattresses, and every other surface (couch/bed/futon/bizarre blanket nest) was full. We drank crappy light beer from 11am to 4am. We saw a minor league baseball game, went to a bar called Mullet's, and indulged in other activities that shall not be mentioned on the internet.
All in all, it was a fantastic weekend. I was sleep-deprived and hung over, but it was worth it. Cleaning the house on Sunday cleared that hangover right up...
Anyway, this is pretty off-topic, but I've always been a person who was excited for adulthood and with the kid less than two months away, I feel like it's really here. There are so many reasons that I can't wait.
Another thing I've noticed about benders as you age is that you really try to squeeze the maximum amount of fun out of every gathering. We had 10 guests in town for my league's fantasy football draft. It was outrageous. Almost every inch of floor space was covered in inflatable mattresses, and every other surface (couch/bed/futon/bizarre blanket nest) was full. We drank crappy light beer from 11am to 4am. We saw a minor league baseball game, went to a bar called Mullet's, and indulged in other activities that shall not be mentioned on the internet.
All in all, it was a fantastic weekend. I was sleep-deprived and hung over, but it was worth it. Cleaning the house on Sunday cleared that hangover right up...
Anyway, this is pretty off-topic, but I've always been a person who was excited for adulthood and with the kid less than two months away, I feel like it's really here. There are so many reasons that I can't wait.
It's been a while since I've felt like putting a post together. We've been so wrapped up in baby showers, final prep, touring day cares, etc. No matter how prepared I thought we were, there's still plenty more on our list.
The baby showers were great. I was only part of one, but it was an incredible amount of fun for me. I know Claire had a good time, but it was a boozy event, so that had to diminish her enjoyment to some degree. The other, hosted in Minneapolis, sounded like a lot of fun.
I've said this before and I'm sure I'll say it again, but pregnancy is a very scary time for the expectant parents. Not being able to see your baby makes it very difficult to feel confident that everything is OK. We've had a couple of scares - at least they were scary to us - during the pregnancy including the baby measuring really big at 25 weeks. Our doctor suspected that it was a growth spurt and seems to be right since the size has leveled out and is right on track as of 33 weeks. We've got seven more to go, which is equal parts terrifying and thrilling.
An unpleasant development is that our primary doctor scheduled a trip to India over our due date. He's found us a replacement who seems great, but unless the baby comes a week early or a week late, our carefully-selected, highly recommended doc won't be there for the delivery. We know that things happen (and that things will work out just fine) but this was a real disappointment for us.
Anyway, potholes and bumps abound along this road. It's a good thing we're almost at the end because I'm not sure how many more months of this I could take.
The baby showers were great. I was only part of one, but it was an incredible amount of fun for me. I know Claire had a good time, but it was a boozy event, so that had to diminish her enjoyment to some degree. The other, hosted in Minneapolis, sounded like a lot of fun.
I've said this before and I'm sure I'll say it again, but pregnancy is a very scary time for the expectant parents. Not being able to see your baby makes it very difficult to feel confident that everything is OK. We've had a couple of scares - at least they were scary to us - during the pregnancy including the baby measuring really big at 25 weeks. Our doctor suspected that it was a growth spurt and seems to be right since the size has leveled out and is right on track as of 33 weeks. We've got seven more to go, which is equal parts terrifying and thrilling.
An unpleasant development is that our primary doctor scheduled a trip to India over our due date. He's found us a replacement who seems great, but unless the baby comes a week early or a week late, our carefully-selected, highly recommended doc won't be there for the delivery. We know that things happen (and that things will work out just fine) but this was a real disappointment for us.
Anyway, potholes and bumps abound along this road. It's a good thing we're almost at the end because I'm not sure how many more months of this I could take.
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