I try hard not to gush too much about Captain Jelly Belly in this journal. I never wanted to be one of those people who has a kid, then tries to tell everyone else how awesome it is and how they just have to have one too, because I wasn’t sure myself for years that I wanted kids, and I totally understand people who decide that it’s not for them, and that’s a-okay with me. But the truth is, having the Captain around really is awesome. He’s changed our lives in dozens of ways and so far, it’s all been for the better. Sure, we can’t see movies in the theatre any more and there’s a constant haze of worry going on all the time. But the life changes were worth it for us.

This weekend I went to get my haircut, and just as my hairdresser was starting his cell phone rang and he answered it because it was his 7-year-old son. His son was calling because his dad had removed a necklace from around his neck in the night, and the son was totally amazed that he didn’t feel a thing, and also wanted to tell his dad that he rocked because he wouldn’t have wanted the necklace to be broken. I could hear the boy exclaiming over the phone and it was so adorable, and I thought how nice it was that he wanted to call his dad in the first place, and how nice that his dad took his call and listened patiently. And then I was amazed to think that just a few years ago, I would have been thinking something more along the lines of, “Hey, dude, put down the phone and do your job, I’m not paying you to take calls from some kid.” Now, I think things more like, “I can’t wait until the Captain is old enough to call at work and tell him about the cool rock he found on the playground.”

Now that we only have three weeks to go until George Foreman Jatania II is born, I’m feeling a little less scared about how it’s all going to work, and a little more excited to think that we’ll actually get to have another one of these cool things they call babies at our place. It’s going to be great.