Great, Now Face the Camera and Prepare to Smile Like an Idiot...
Calgary has officially entered the deep freeze, and the city has slowed to crawl. If you need to accomplish something in person, and wherever you need to be is more than 50 yards away, you should have left 15 minutes ago, because now you're going to be late.
Calgarians, like most Canadians, pride themselves in being capable winter drivers. We (myself included), feel a real sense of superiority when we hear about huge traffic snarls in Vancouver or other typically non-frozen locations that get hit with freak snowstorms and have major traffic issues. Then it snows two inches overnight and every major route in Calgary seizes up like Rocky's guts when he broke into the pantry and ate a box of pancake mix. (By the way, the pancake mix story is hilarious and I promise I will add it to the blog later. We're talking an entire box of Aunt Jemima pancake mix, and Rocky the Retriever, bunged up solid.)
A million of us rats all scurrying to work in the snow means there are going to be delays. Turn up the tunes, have a coffee, stop changing lanes every forty feet, and we'll all get there fine. Just don't tell me you are some kind of Eskimo Ivan Stewart badass behind the wheel when it was your Camry that spun out on the on-ramp and gummed up the works. That said, Vancouver drivers can't drive in snow for shit. Hi-yo!
On to Pookie. We had yet another appointment with our doctor yesterday and everything is still coming along pretty smoothly. Pookie has a few minor issues going on that are common in pregnancies, but overall things are great. The babies are growing fast, and are still above average for triplets their age. They are actually getting big so fast I think they are coming a little quicker than we thought, my personal guess is 32 weeks.
As long as they are healthy and it doesn't mean they will be in the NICU any longer, I wouldn't mind one bit if they came before the new year. Pookie would probably like to be able to tie her own shoes again, and Papa Jeff will take any tax deductions he can get. I kid, but seriously, there are some sweet tax breaks to having kids, and I get to multiply them by three. Fatherhood, one sweet deal.
This Saturday is Big Belly Picture Day. At Chinook Mall. In late November. I would rather tear my left index fingernail out in the arbour of the spin wheel of my exercise bike that spend a Saturday in Chinook Mall in late November. I don't say this lightly people, I really did tear my left index fingernail off in the arbour of the spin wheel of my exercise bike, and it feels like a gentle spring breeze compared to Chinook Mall in Christmas season.
I am actually looking forward to the photos themselves quite a bit, Pookie and I have not done the best job of documenting this little odyssey of ours. This is most likely the only pregnancy we (she) is going to experience, so we really have to soak this one in. I just have never really understood why the man is in the pictures. Everybody already knows there was a dude involved don't they? I mean shit, look at her.
The guy hasn't physically changed either, except maybe getting a little balder and fatter from the stress, but no real differences that require a photographer to capture the moment. And they always dress the guy up in an ill-fitting black T-shirt, and he basically just stands off to the side so they can take pictures of the person that is actually pregnant. Five years later, people see the pictures and say (at least I think they say) "Wow, look how beautiful you were when you were pregnant! And hey, the guy is in the picture too, how completely unnecessary!"
Maybe its just me, but I always that it should be more about her. That said, I haven't proven myself to be an accurate gauge of what's normal in these matters, so I think I'll just do as I'm told on this one.
The triple stroller just arrived, and is sitting in the living room as I type. Our fridge came in a smaller box.
Stay warm sports fans.
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