Week 5 - Legless

Alright everyone, this has been a crazy week. My lovely and perfect wife, Denise, has been in and out of labor for the better part of this week. As such, I am torn between cheering her on ("PUSH! Wait, no, STOP!") and driving back and forth to the hospital. The doctors were kind enough to send us home at 2:30 AM on Sunday morning, and during the trip home we hit a f&^#$ing deer. Standing above our unfortunate victim, my wife looked down at her belly and stated "You'd better go to college." My progeny responded by kicking and sending my wife into another contraction. Such is life.

Meanwhile, OBC has been killing us at the gym. Presently, I have no legs. None. They are gone. I am one walking lunge away from double amputation, but she just keeps on going. The results are beginning to show, and for that I am grateful and happy. But, while I push through the pain and lack of lower extremities, I will take solace in the fact that one doesn't need legs to hold a baby. I cannot wait to welcome Mr. Drake Jefferson Glover into this world.