Some video I shot this morning in our hospital room.
I am the happiest man on the freaking PLANET right now…
Aidan Cullum Allen
Born at 12:43am Wednesday June 20th
9 pounds, 14.6 ounces
22 inches from tip to toes
I’m sure Jay will follow up with more, but those are the pertinent stats as quick as we could get them to you.
(You’re supposed to have Hammer Time in your head now from that subject line)
All our waiting is over today. At 2:00 pm the doctors will be inducing labor, and little Aidan will be out in the world.
Stay tuned for updates!
These days it seems like establishing a name online is about as important as the stuff that really identifies who you are. In that spirit I bought aidanallen.com and set it up today.
I left the theme up to Jenny. (Mega-cuteness advisory)
Today is the day when we find out when the baby will start making use of all this stuff that we and other people have bought for him. They could induce labor today or within a couple days.
We’re hoping for today 🙂
Updates to follow…
[later that day, stately Allen Manor]
So, no baby. Yes, we are a tad disappointed.
Apart from making me scratch me head, this message made me laugh REALLY hard at work earlier today.
It was delivered to my gmail address via someecards.com and it reads:
“You’re going to be a great father assuming you’re the father.
Make sure that kid of yours in breast fed. If he’s not, he’s gonna be PISSED. And weird. But mostly pissed. Good luck spending the next two years of your life wrist-deep in diaper shit. Congrats buddy! -bumblebee”
I have no idea who this person is. I wrote back to their yahoo address saying thank you for the card, but please let me know who you are.
So yeah, who are you bumblebee? Show yourself, otherwise it’s twenty paces at high noon on Grand River with wiffle bats.
So far my favorite Jenny pregnant picture. Years from now when I look back on this time this is how I want to remember it.
Yesterday I arrived at work, ran a kernel update on my Ubuntu workstation, and started introducing myself to a batch of new hires who were just starting their first day at the office. Training means I’ll be working with them a lot in the future, so I try to break the ice early.
Jason Bryant started with this group, so he needed a little less deicing than others. He asked when Jen is due, and I told him it could basically be any time. Once you get past the 36-week mark the OB’s consider the baby fully developed and will not stop labor if it happens. We joked about how I’m basically on baby call now.
About ten minutes later that call came. I’m not going to be super lame here and put the more tag after that last sentence. It’ll go after the next one, and in case you don’t want to read the whole story: No, the “fruit of my loins” so to speak was not born yesterday. I wish he’d hurry it up a little though 🙂
I totally fail at updating this site.
So now that that’s out of the way, I guess updates are in order.
The awesome and mighty power of the baby belly is still accumulating energy and has already acquired an astonishing amount of stuff. Crib, stroller, mattress, changing mattress, oodles of onesies, blankets and cloths, multiple portable cribs, (take a breath) bouncers, car seats, toys, bottles, pacifiers, travel bags, hats, mittens, diapers, wipes, wipe warmer, swaddling clothes, hoodie blankets, baby bath tubs, socks, overalls, safety locks, bassinet……….
I’m done trying to remember of all of it.
We’re now at the point where the birth could start at any time, and there’s a lot of camera hardware waiting to watch this little guy grow up.
And you’ll see it. Prepare yourself!
One of the reasons the site fell into disrepair in the last few months is I’ve been much busier on the whole “real life” front.
Jenny is now almost six months pregnant and our little boy seems to be quite active and determined to let us know what’s going on in his little world. The other morning, despite ferocious back pain and an already severely disturbed sleep cycle, he managed to get Jen out of bed at about 7:00 am and into the kitchen for a bagel.
Literally, that’s how she described it to me. She was willing to spend a few more lazy minutes in bed but he started in with the “hungry kicks.”
As far as my half-conscious mind was concerned she all but inhaled it and then settled back into bed for the remaining few sleepy alarm-free minutes.
It’s not just food though. Every time she leans over for more then 30 – 45 seconds (reaching for the coffee table while sitting, for example) he starts kicking away, presumably upset about the invasion of his territory.
June 8th sure feels a lot closer now 🙂