Tick Tock Tick Tock...

Well boys and girls, here we are at the final two months. Believe it or not, there's no turning back now! (Lke there ever was to begin with...)

Sarah's now on a bi-monthly doc appointment schedule, which will be the case until June when she starts going every week. So far she's right on track with everything from size and weight gain, to pain and aggravation enhancement. She's been a trooper though, having weathered through work, travel to San Antonio, and weddings (yet another next week!). With the anticipation and growth comes new aches and pains, and a slight increase in fatigue. Kaelyn has decided she's going to grow straight out rather than up, down, or side-to-side. Without a profile shot, you would almost forget mom's about to be a mom. Example: These two pictures were taken about three weeks ago, about one day apart:

Front View - Where's The Baby???

Side View: Found Her!

We've even had some pretty impressive calisthenics being practiced as well. I'll do my best to get some videos uploaded soon.

As for me, I'm finally getting some connection to what's really occurring. I always wondered about the fatherhood side of pregnancy, and honestly I had it pegged pretty well. Even for a sap like me, up until now you really don't feel much. I mean, of course there's the anticipation and happiness, but it's sort of like a combination of Christmas and watching your friends pregnancy. Sure, you know something big is coming and you are aware that it's life-altering. But other than that, it's not the big of a deal. Until now.

I can say I've had two complete moments of clarity. One was when I felt what I believe to be Kaelyn's head rub against my hand repeatedly. Then, upon inspection I see some appendage movement from east to west across Sarah's tummy. I like to believe it was Kaelyn waving hello; glad to hear her daddy was home!

The second moment wasn't quite as surreal, but more of an confirmation of what I knew was to come. This time last year, mid-April to mid-May, Sarah and I were traveling to Austin for boat party's on Lake Travis; to San Antonio to close bars during an engagement celebration; to Rockwall for a crawfish festival with the Minihan's; and spending days in Fort Worth walking the streets at art festivals. Suddenly, last weekend, I find myself in Target on a Saturday night at 9:00pm pushing a cart with an Eddie Bauer travel system stroller in it through checkout lane seven. I was suddenly amongst the middle aged women who shop at that hour to "beat the crowd". I can honestly say I confirmed (mind you, I had already prepped myself for this moment) that the free-wheeling days are over, and daddy-hood is my new full-time gig. But hey, beer's cheaper at the Holland house anyway!

With two more months to go, the anxieties are starting to mount. Will she have red hair? Will she combine her mother and father's rears for a super-junk butt? Will she ever, ever, ever let us sleep? The best answer I can come up with right now is: Who cares? We love you anyway, enormous booty and all...