Nothing jolts me into reminding me I’m about to be a father than seeing the baby and children clothing sections in retail stores. I stare at the little clothes in awe and I’m amazed that these little clothes will fit my child. In fact, I have noticed that I am awful at judging sizes of baby clothes. When I see these little shirts and shorts and skirts I almost always think, “Hey that’s an outfit we can bring the babies home from the hospital in.” However, when I go look at the size it almost always says 3-6 months or even 6-9 months! I guess that’s something that will come with experience.

On a similar note, the other day I took a shortcut through the pre-teen clothing section at Target on my way to pick up some baby items. On my way, I happened to glance at the display on my left only to realize I was walking through the training bra and pre-teen bra section. My life fast-forwarded 12 to 13 years from now and the fact that Swee’Pea will be shopping for these. I said a small prayer thanking God that my wife will be taking care of this one.

After a marathon Target shopping spree for last minute baby items, Andrea declares she’s hungry and suggests the local burger restaurant as a place to eat. I agree and we head over to the restaurant. We are seated in a manner of minutes and the host leads Andrea and I past a bunch of tables and booths on our way to seat us. The theme of the restaurant is Hawaiian and surf boards and palm fronds adorn the walls. Televisions throughout the restaurant are showing Xtreme sports like kite surfing and mountain bike riding. The restaurant is crowded and Andrea is drawing her usual stares at the size of her belly as we pass through. The host shows us to a booth where I slide in quickly on my side. I turn to watch Andrea as she sits on the bench and turns to slide into her side of the booth. But there’s a problem. Andrea’s belly bumps into the table as she makes a quarter turn to face me. All three of us, me, Andrea and the host realize at the same time that the booth won’t do – Andrea’s belly is too big. Andrea starts to laugh and I join in. I glance around to the booths around us and, it seems, that no one missed the pregnant lady trying to squeeze into a booth. People are laughing (with us, Honey, not at us) as Andrea stands. A woman across from us exclaims, “I hope that baby is due soon!” The host quickly stammers, “I was going to sit you at the table back there, but there wasn’t a chair! I’ll go get one right now.” He scurries off to find a chair. In a matter of seconds we are seated at a table.

After the host leaves, Andrea and I look at each other and laugh.

Andrea has mentioned to me in the past that whenever she goes out people always make comments about her pregnancy. Today, I had a chance to see what she means. We went to see a one man play called The Male Intellect: An Oxymoron and at least three people, in my presence, made comments about Andrea’s belly. All comments were along the lines of “Wow, it must be any day ’til you’re due!”

Since Andrea is having twins, she has been getting these remarks for the past two to three months. But she won’t be getting those questions much longer!

We had a doctor’s appointment with our OB today. From our last ultrasound we learned that while Swee’Pea is head down (good girl!), TheMonk has decided to lounge horizontally across Andrea’s womb (Son, we’re going to have to have a talk when you get out). So, it looks like we’re headed for a C-Section. We scheduled the date today (Andrea wants it to be a surprise so you’ll just have to stay tuned) and now I know exactly when my life will change forever.

Only XX more days!