Sorry folks, I have been a bad blog parent. Partially because I don't have much to write about.. and partially because I have some crazy life changing stuff that until this week it wasn't time to write about. I'm a bad liar and it's difficult for me to write/talk to you and not give up all the goods.. more on that in a bit.
Let's get through the basics:
gym training has been good, but not exactly epic. Making good gains, but my metaphorical maxes are still roughly the same:
I am working on my bum shoulder and on getting a bit more upper arm hypertrophy and I think that should push the numbers up.
Friday fun group is getting huge, and I'm going to have to start training on my own before 5:30 so that I can coach everyone up.
Jiu-jitsu has been a wash: ringworm. There is a special place in hell for people who spread funk in grappling sports.
Failing the test got into my head last week, but really I just have to admit that I underperformed. It happens. I am rescheduled for early November, and I'm going to study more often and with less intensity. Got to wonder if all of the head shots I took playing rugby have effected my retention.
Now for the big news. The wife is preggers. A small human will be produced by my wife's body in May of next year. It's strange. I am shit scared. I am the product of a less than ideal home, and I hope that I can be the parent I never really had. I think that I can be (otherwise I would never consider having a kid) but those doubts always creep in. It's strange I have so many worries and fears, and the kid is only the size of a fingernail.
So far we are about 9 weeks in, and the wife and the sprog are happy and healthy. The wife has been a little morning sick, and very tired, but I am doing what I can to keep her blood sugar up, and let her sleep. I'm still getting used to the idea. The ultrasound on Monday really brought it home.. there's a little person in there.
We planned this whole thing (as much as one can) pull the goalie and away you go. So after a bit the wife takes the home preggo test, and passes (fails? depends on how you're looking at it) there are tears and jubilation. She turns to me after things calm down, and says quite matter of factly "Well, that explains why all I've wanted to eat is meat and berries."
I reply "Why, are you having a Grizzly Bear?"
And so it goes.