My new name: Mr. Scrunchie

I've been holding Pilar's hair now for just about eleven weeks. Mr. Scrunchie they call me. The morning sickness has really been rough. It seems that just about every morning (except for those tricky days when the nausea comes in the evening), I throw back the covers and race to the bathroom to take my position. In some respects it's like the morning call in boot camp -- three seconds to stand at attention at the foot of your bed. Only my attention is directed toward my petite wife cuddling with the toilet bowl pleading for a moment of relief. I feel horrible for her. We keep reminding ourselves that at the end of this adventure it will all be worth it -- it will! The morning drills have not been without comic relief however. I will say, we are doing a fairly good job of maintaining our sense of humor during this stage. Like the morning I heard the drill begin on the main floor of our house, only to hear Pilar rush from the kitchen, through the living room, up the stairs, around the corner, and into the upstairs bathroom. When I asked her why she didn't just rush to the bathroom immediately off the kitchen, she replied, "I wasn't sure if the toilet needed to be flushed." There is always only one response to such a suggestion -- to every suggestion, "okay." Or how about the time we had just laid down to sink into a nights slumber. We were both resting well, moments from signing off of a long productive day, when the alarm sounded commensing yet another drill. Like the husband in that old Santa rhyme, I rose to such a clatter, rushing to the bath room to see what was the matter. Grabbing the trash can I rushed back to the bedroom offering my care, but what did find but my wonderfully pregnant wife sheepishly hovering over a mess slowly creeping everywhere. Her eyes said enough -- like a child who has accidentally broken a father's favorite mug, but her response captured the simplicity, "I didn't make it." Again, one response, "okay."
But I love this adventure. I love every thing about it. It is difficult no doubt. Morning sickness, fatigue, constant changes in appetite and cravings. Not to mention what Pilar is going through. But the anticipation of what will soon be has definately taken hold in our lives.
Ten weeks, four days down. Get ready January 24th, we're on our way!