Our life has settled into a reasonable routine of feeding and napping and eating. One of us shits our pants regularly. It really isn’t that bad, honestly. While we are only in the fourth week of life, we aren’t regularly tearing our eyes out and punching each other in the throat. Things are generally positive. Here is a quick list of things that are noteworthy:

• Diapers are not a big deal — which I thought they would be.
• He cannot express a positive emotion yet, only negative or null emotions. This is pretty logz at times. He is starting to smile, but they aren’t social smiles. Aka he won’t smile *at* you, he’ll just do it randomly and enigmatically.
• Baby burps and farts have the same pitch as adult burps and farts. For some reason I thought they would be higher pitch — you know because they are small like a piccolo.
• It’s like two more eons until we can have sex again though. Or two epochs. Which is longer?

We’ve been calling him “Jack” mostly since we came home from the hospital. I’ve been trying JR on recently, I kind of like it. We’ll see how that goes.

Since 2.41pm on November 17th Two Thousand and Eight all kinds of things have happened, most — if not all — are pretty logz for those of you not partaking. What follows are some thoughts that stick out of the haze of the last 48 or so hours.

• The c-section lasted all of fourteen minutes — which seems incredible to me. I was convinced there would be terrible sloshing and sucking sounds which would make me vomit on my wife. Luckily there were none! Also someone had told me that the screen they put up — specifically to keep you from vomiting on your wife — had been reduced in size in recent years, you know, to give you a better view of your wife’s guts. This, thankfully, was a terrible lie: the screen was at least 3′x6′. Plenty big enough to hide whatever the hell was going on down there.
• Right before the surgery the nurses or helpers or whatever they are called were doing impressions of some random doctor and yucking it up. It’s weird that to them it was just another day at the office.
• The hospital serves their jello on a lettuce leaf? That is disgusting.
• I’ve changed a hand full of dirty diapers and even got to feed Jackson once. The diapers are no big deal — at least thus far. Although it is a little awkward to touch some other dude’s butthole. I’m just saying.
• Jack’s such a friggin hoss that he eats all the milk there is but DEMANDS MORE. I’m sure Val will blog about that at some point. Breastfeeding blog this is not.
• Speaking of, apparently a ten pound baby is either 1) a medical marvel, 2) a grotesque freak show, or 3) the cutest thing ever to happen. Total strangers and the entire Henrico Doctor’s Hospital nursing staff have all stopped by to see “the big baby.” I can’t tell whether I am proud or insulted.
• Baby hiccoughs, pretty endearing.
• I think, obviously, Val has a stronger emotional bond with him than I do. Mine is more mental at this point. I mean, I would have no problem knifing a dude that was trying to sell him into slavery or a diamond mine or something. But at the same time I still call him “it” once in a while, and when I kissed him good night the other day my first thought was “Whoa, whoa, whoa, who’s kid are you just randomly kissing. Someone is going to arrest you in a second.”
• This.

Tomorrow he comes home with us for good.

So the Dr. just came by and did nefarious things to my wife’s nether regions only to find no change since a billion hours ago. C-section ho! I think going into this whole experience we were like “ugh no c-section” but guys, lbh over here. It’s been like 20 hours. We are pretty tired. Also! Val has a svelte pelvis.

So we are in the c-section queue, word on the street is babby by 2pm.

Also: the Dr. said “at least this way your bottom will be preserved.”

The Dr. came buy around 9.30 and said that if Val’s curmudgeon of cervix hasn’t shown significant progress by lunchtime then it is off to c-section town. The scene here is that either Val’s svelte pelvis is just too small for my manly baby or it is all tangled up in the what not. Whatever the cause it’s not really feeling it this mroing.

So around noon we should know more.