Movin Right Along

So the Omega Child has been doing a number on H over the past few weeks and she was throwing up 1-2 times per day. Lately it's down to about every other day, which is improvement at least. As a guy, for the first few weeks of your partner throwing up you wring your hands and ask what you can do (answer: Pretty much nothing.) You then graduate to this point of continuing to play iPhone games until she stops throwing up and then maybe asking if she needs any help cleaning up. I had no idea how callous this looks until we had a friend in town recently who looked astounded that I was simply talking to him about comic book movies over the sound of H in the other room.

Oh don't worry. That's where she takes her little naps

Him:  "Err... shouldn't you do something?"

Me:  "About what?" (sound of vomit) "Oh! That!" (sounds of puking) "Not really. I can't help clean up until she's done. So why is Spider-Man even in that building?"  (sounds of retching)

The good news is that we are entering week thirteen.  H has had a bunch of tests revealing that the chances of birth defects are very low, so it's now looking like we can stop holding our breath and start planning! For months H and I have been passing over adorable baby items like Timbers onesies and Futurama plush figures due to the fear that we might lose the baby and be left with a house full of reminders. Now we don't have to restrain ourselves and can buy stuff! Once we find out the gender in a little over a month or so, we can really cut loose.  For now, I'm happy that most geek items of apparel apply to both genders.