a baby boy has shown up on our doorstep. Not that he was unannounced... He's been banging loudly about it since 10 months ago...
but like my usual self, and my well documented allergies to small kids/babies/toddlers, I put it wayyy at the back of my mind. Hoping that the problems will sort itself out.
So, while D was fighting morning sickness and aversion to strong odors... i had been merrily experimenting with my pungent soy sauce/sesame oil/garlic/spring onion/pears/pineapple bulgogi marinade, which tasted great, but didn't go all that well with D..... Wilson was not lying when he said D looks great, he was also convincing himself that he was just dating a much bigger, hungrier version of D.
Then time passed very quickly.... a kicking, screaming, bundle of a little man arrived. This time, there's no escaping it.
pretty soon, everything became a frenzied activity of feeding/pooping/cleaning/staying awake till the wee hours of the morning. and if you're wondering, yes, it is possible, even for men, to have the baby blues... I did, still do from time to time. And at times i still take the long way home, taking time out to endlessly gaze at the sushi joints conveyor belt...
but it didn't feel like a problem.. it feels like a new job. where nothing is familiar, and you have to start learning everything all over again. but the challenge is there.
i havent been fully accepted at this job... i don't think i ever will. but now i know i can live with it, and maybe learn from it a little. and perhaps... in time, i'll get to enjoy it a little.
So For Now.. it's Just D and me, and Baby makes Three. we're together in our Blue Heaven.
