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Sunday, September 17, 2006


We just found out that our friend Erin Kirkpatrick and her long term Astrophysicist Boytoy Nat are having a baby. Well, lets just categorize that under "Holy Shit!" So, a super duper congratulations to the expecting couple.

This data, in turn, flared up the ole "when are we going to have babies?" conversation, one which has been an on and off again topic for the last 5 years or so. Neither of us is terribly comfortable with the idea. Neither of us feel ready, or are feeling like we're ready to give up our basically responsibility free existence. I keep waiting for Stina's maternity instinct to kick in, but mebbe we keep suppressing it in our long running quest to kill brain cells.

There's a whole lot of baggage besides the baby in the concept. There's the idea that we're going to move east to where our parents live, which is an idea I have a lot of difficulty with. San Francisco is home. Boston is not. Stina would like to own a home prior to this undertaking. Its all very very scary. We had some nice, tense conversation about it. She said very plainly that she doesn't want to have one until after she's turned 30. I, in my hyperventalating state interpreted this statement as "we'll have a baby when I turn 30" (in a year from now). Freak out ensues.

Good times. Time to lie on the floor and have a beer.

The next day we had a wonderful dinner with Zaq, Chelsea (8 months preggers), and Lila (who is now 3) the next day. Talking about these issues with friends who are parents is always an enlightening event. It also helps that Lila is basically the happiest, most wonderful child anyone could wish for (though certainly more work/effort than I can comprehend).

It turns out that they are prodding us in the right direction by bestowing a wonderful honor - they have asked us to be godparents to the unborn child. Now we have the opportunity to be sorta surrogate aunt and uncle to said child. Maybe that will get us more fired up on the babies concept. Either that, or we'll realize this is more of our ideal situation - getting to play with other people's children and then get to go home to get drunk and watch movies. Naked.


Anonymous Erin said...

I plan to watch alot of movies with my boobs hanging out when the kid comes...doesn't that sound fun?

9:50 PM  
Blogger jordan said...


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Blogger I am an Edu-Dame said...

Mini Kruddens! What a thought ...

9:03 PM  

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