  Did I mention that my wife is giving birth to an angry fetus trapped in a small enclosed space within her midsection ? During last month's ultrasound we could actually watch as it shook it's enraged little fists. And this month the technician confirmed that the feet kicking my wife's intestines are now about an inch and a half long ... and female. It's going to be five more months before I get to meet her but I get the impression that we're going to have our hands full. How many difficult pregnancies could be successfully treated through the use of ADD medication - or by installing uterine televisions ? In any case I had a relatively good weekend with my wife. Friday was great and so was Saturday. She always seems more herself in the morning and it helps to be as far away from the apartment in Dublin as possible.
I've been trying to coax her out into S.F for a couple of weeks now but it's difficult finding the right "bait. She works in the city so driving there on the weekend isn't very attractive. And she usually has to get up fairly early so energy on week nights is limited. But I think getting out more would help the way things are between us ... even if it's just a walk in a local park.
I still worry constantly about what's going to happen after the baby is born. The most important thing is that I want her to be happy. I want to be around that girl I met at the Blue Grass Festival last year. The one with the sharp sense of humor and quick-wit ? The one who felt so in control of her life that she abandoned her plans to move away from the Bay Area, married me on the spot, and agreed to beget my accursed hell-spawn ( with the cloven hooves ) ? 
