I figured here would be a relatively low profile place to announce this, since some family members we aren't telling yet read the main page but don't venture in here.
We're having a baby.
In December. Barring unforseen medical circumstances.
Catherine's health got better and seemingly 42 seconds later we found out she was pregnant. After taking several tests over three weeks we finally got all the data we needed to be assured the child was greenlit and in production.
No word on the sex, and it's SO EARLY in the process (the kid looks like an Atari 2600 graphic on the ultrasound) that a lot can go wrong and we didn't want people to make a big deal about it for fear of us losing it in these dangerous early weeks and having to deal with uncomfortable moments with well wishers.
Anyway, it's happening. I'm gonna be a father to some little fellow who's most likely stenciling 666 on his/hers little Yar's Revenge scalp as I type.
We've told immediate family (Catherine had cute little pastries with pink and blue baby shoes on it as Easter Dinner's dessert, which of course resulted in hours of delighted screams from the old folks), and you folks are pretty much also my immediate family.
So there. Birth happens. You've been warned.
Obviously, this doesn't affect anything around CHUD or beyond, aside from one new person I get to initiate to Evil Dead 2 at some point.
We're having a baby.
In December. Barring unforseen medical circumstances.
Catherine's health got better and seemingly 42 seconds later we found out she was pregnant. After taking several tests over three weeks we finally got all the data we needed to be assured the child was greenlit and in production.
No word on the sex, and it's SO EARLY in the process (the kid looks like an Atari 2600 graphic on the ultrasound) that a lot can go wrong and we didn't want people to make a big deal about it for fear of us losing it in these dangerous early weeks and having to deal with uncomfortable moments with well wishers.
Anyway, it's happening. I'm gonna be a father to some little fellow who's most likely stenciling 666 on his/hers little Yar's Revenge scalp as I type.
We've told immediate family (Catherine had cute little pastries with pink and blue baby shoes on it as Easter Dinner's dessert, which of course resulted in hours of delighted screams from the old folks), and you folks are pretty much also my immediate family.
So there. Birth happens. You've been warned.
Obviously, this doesn't affect anything around CHUD or beyond, aside from one new person I get to initiate to Evil Dead 2 at some point.
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