Tuesday, January 25, 2022

You've Got *Unborn* Mail

At one time or another we've all received mail addressed to us with a misspelling of our name or even a butchered phonetic version of what appears on our state issued ID. For example, I received some Victoria's Secret junk mail this week addressed with my middle name as my first name followed by the correct last name. My first name didn't appear anywhere on this piece of physical mail spam and I have never used my middle for anything other than what it is, how?

It was very odd, though there were some excellent "classy" photos of barely-there undergarments being modeled by stereotypical looking women for me to peruse through before sending it to it's recycling bin home in the carport. Maybe the squirrels will find it just as entertaining.

For other mail, there comes surprises. The day after receiving the mail addressed to a nonexistent version of me, we received a package addressed to myself, L and Russell! The first piece of mail received with our son's name on it. The text sent by L consisted of a photo of the label with the message, "It's like he's a real person!!" 

The package had contents to help add to the organization of the baby room, which has been fun and one can't help but wonder if Russ would approve of where things are located and how it's decorated. Even the cats have been spending time snooping around and curiously wondering what will soon be taking place.

Once L putting the crib together, she wondered what we should do regarding the possibility the cats (Whiskey & Jameson) getting in to it. For awhile there wasn't a worry as they saw it as something taking up space and avoided it. Then about two weeks ago I hear L yell, "Jameson!", which was followed by a thud and then an orange blur leaving Russell's room and darting down the basement steps.

This will be posted for our cats shortly. We're giving you
fair warning Whiskey & Jameson.
The fat orange cat (nicknamed: chunka-chunk) was discovered curled up in the crib asleep. Typically, this would be worrisome, but some key factors are in play. One, he was asleep on a blanket he prefers and this is something that will not be in the crib once Russell arrives. It was simply a temporary holding place. 

Secondly, both of the cats freak out at the slightest noise and I can't imagine them hanging out in a room where the equivalent of a drunken smoke alarm getting false positives from alcohol-fueled dreams breaks the silence every hour. And, Yes, I did just compare our unborn son to a Schizophrenic warning system (Sorry, Russ, but you gonna be loud & lots of things will irritate you. My apologies). 

L's pregnancy, which had been relatively uneventful, now seems to be testing her with the "you thought this was going to be easy, didn't you" stage. A stomach bug clobbered her for about two days this past week, leaving her unable to go to work, inhaling liquids and sleeping (or attempting to sleep). Of course, carrying a fetus at 37 weeks compounded the process of ridding her system of said bug.

The first night she was tossing around and visiting the restroom so frequently that I was unable to rest. I moved to the sofa in the front room, but since it is more/less a love seat - my six-foot-three frame couldn't get comfortable. I ended up curled up on the floor, drifting in and out of sleep till my work alarm went off. It wasn't a fun night for me, I can't imagine the enjoyment L dealt with.

Tuesday Night Ice Ninjas: Gary, Ken and yours truly.
The Tuesday night meetup with Gary & Ken for a run, wings & beer at Buffalo Wild Wings usually ends with me garnering something to take home to L. This week, instead of food from b-dubs, it was Gatorade and dry cereal from the nearby supermarket. The run on this night was cold, icy and windy - making it less than fun. Jokingly, Gary said the ice was a blessing as it forced us to slow down for an easy pace as he goes about covering Delaware City streets for his CityStrides and kept him from having to keep up with my usual 6 minute mile pace. Though, he still has awhile to go to catch me in Delaware as I have covered 405 of 633 streets for just under 64%. He may have me elsewhere, but this is my town...for the time being anyway. #HShive #mettlemonday

L is in good spirts as the
time gets closer
Thursday morning wasn't fun, woke up feeling dead tired with my back feeling like I had been in car accident. From the base of my skull to my tailbone, I was sore & achy - making it hard to move around. It was weird...no head cold, no chest congestion, no stomach issues, just worn out & sore. This forced taking two days off from work and kept me from taking part in Saturday's Fantastic Frigid 5k Race #2. Then just like that, it all wore off and I was back to normal again. I even went to get tested to make sure I didn't have some backwards form of COVID, but that came up negative...craziness.

On one of the days when I was at home hung up with whatever it was, L grabbed a few things at the grocery store she thought would help ease my discomfort. Then she sends me this text, "Seeing a lady wiping her produce with Lysol wipes....that poor red onion has no outer layer skin anymore." This made me laugh, but then my curiosity got the better of me (*I was a little bored*) and I found this on the Lysol Products website
"Lysol disinfecting and cleaning products are for surfaces and not for personal use. They cannot be used on the body or on food and always should be used as directed."  

Some people make my brain hurt.

Preparing for a Bengals win
with Jameson & Whiskey
Anyway, what made the weekend a bit more tolerable was watching my Bengals return to the AFC Championship Game for the first time since 1988, that's 34 years! Even L, a Steelers fan, was excited. It was like my childhood showed up for a couple of hours to say "hi" as it was passing through. How significant was the playoff win over the Titans? I received several congratulator texts, including one from the mom of a girl I dated in college! Yeah, it has been a long time for the Cincinnati fans and everybody knows it.

One of L's favorite things to eat as of late has been grapefruit. She eats them in a way I've never seen. She scarfs them down like one peels & eats an orange, then scavenges to get every piece of pulp off the rind. She laughs and says this is just how she has always eaten them, but it reminds me of how I would imagine a Chupacabra would go about devouring a goat or lamb gone astray. Surprisingly, she hasn't nipped a finger or two with the way she attacks the citrus and at least we know Russell will be well protected against Scurvy.

So, we about three weeks (THREE WEEKS!) away from R.O.K.S making his debut! And according to our birthing app, we are 37 weeks and he is the size of a Pound Puppy! If you don't remember (I do, my sister had one), these were plush stuffed dog dolls with floppy ears and droopy eyes. They came in a variety of colors, some with spots. Hopefully, our son will arrive spot-free. And finally, we have wandered away from the food related references to the size of our future child.

The app also states our baby is nearing their due date, which means that they could arrive any time now. But until then, they’ll continue putting the finishing touches on their development.

Speaking of, the most recent check-up for L show's ROKS' heartbeat inching closer to the target rate for birth, his head is down and he is facing her backside. And he is officially dropping - just like we have noticed - to get to the best place for turning prior to birth. Oh, and a test of the beer made for Russell's arrival has proven it to be a successful venture, slightly sweet up front, then dry and hoppy on the backend - tasty and refreshing! 

So everything is on par, even ahead of time, and it is setting up like it should....yeah, it will not always be a walk in the park - but at least we can imagine it to be...three weeks till parenthood...

Blur - Parklife

Confidence is a preference for the habitual voyeur of what is known as (Parklife!)
And morning soup can be avoided if you take a route straight through what is known as (Parklife!)
John's got brewer's droop, he gets intimidated by the dirty pigeons, they love a bit of it (Parklife!)
Who's that gut lord marching? You should cut down on your pork life mate, get some exercise

All the people
So many people
And they all go hand in hand
Hand in hand through their parklife
Know what I mean?

I get up when I want, except on Wednesdays when I get rudely awakened by the dustmen (Parklife!)
I put my trousers on, have a cup of tea and I think about leaving me house (Parklife!)
I feed the pigeons, I sometimes feed the sparrows too, it gives me a sense of enormous well-being (Parklife!)
And then I'm happy for the rest of the day, safe in the knowledge there will always be a bit of my heart devoted to it

All the people
So many people
And they all go hand in hand
Hand in hand through their parklife

Parklife (Parklife!)
Parklife (Parklife!)
It's got nothing to do with your Vorsprung durch Technik, you know
Parklife (Parklife!)
And it's not about you joggers who go 'round and 'round and 'round and 'round and 'round
Parklife (Parklife!)

All the people
So many people
And they all go hand in hand
Hand in hand through their parklife
All the people
So many people
And they all go hand in hand
Hand in hand through their parklife



Jameson & Whiskey, enjoying the current silence.


Photuris, Photinus, Pupa - 
The Russell beer at
The Fermented Firefly


Snow hike Sunday w/ L

Looking like death warmed
over during the sickness. 
At least Jameson could relax.


Tuesday, January 18, 2022

Trogdor, the Dragon Fetus



On a midweek off day I officially took down our Christmas tree (we removed the ornaments and such days ago) and removed the remaining holiday lights adorning our house. The recent "warm up" to the 30's allowed for being outside for more than just a quick run and felt like spring compared to what we have had here lately.

Trogdor, sketeched by a former
coworker about 7-years ago
and still on my office
computer. Thanks Joel!
Yes, the holidays are over but our biggest present of all will be coming shortly. As for L, I'm sure she is just as excited for the baby's arrival as she is to be free from new aches, pains, bodily functions and constant gymnastics taking place in the womb. Some days she gets around the house like a patient in the triage unit and it makes you wonder how something so small could be creating that much of a ruckus. Is there actually a baby in there or some alien being festering inside? We are pretty sure it's a baby and not Trogdor from those old Strong Bad Email videos from homestarrunner.com. Either way, we don't have any thatched-roof cottages nearby we would have to worry about being burnt to the ground. So, yeah, we're good.

Keeping L's mind of off baby Russell's ramped up preparation for exiting his human incubator is getting tougher, so we have been finding other things for her to focus on. She does walk a mile or so around our neighborhood on a daily basis and spending time arranging the baby's room has been helpful. Once home from work we have been binging on episodes of "The Office" to keep both of us on a more even keel.
 
Sometimes the commercials between those episodes add some unexpected comfort. We had a good, stupid laugh at a cat litter advertisement as this woman was stressing how bad her pet's litter boxed smelled and was at a loss as to what she could do to correct it. I commented her problem wasn't the general odor, but the holding it up to her face like she was presenting a freakin' plate of lasagna for the family dinner table. If I shoved my head in the toilet, I - too - would probably complain about the smell!

Yeah, it's the little things that can get us going.

Oh, and that same night L felt Russell making odd movements and laughed when she realized he had the hiccups. Though she felt it much more since it was happening inside of her, I was able to faintly feel them myself after placing my hand on her stomach. One of the causes for hiccups is sudden excitement, maybe he, too, thought the cat litter comment was hilarious (that's my boy!). Also, did you know the medical term for hiccups is singultus - weird.

On Tuesdays, when I don't work the evening, I have been meeting up with running (and beer) friends Gary & Ken to squeeze in five miles or so. We start and finish in the parking lot of Buffalo Wild & Wings with the finish consisting of post run wings and a couple of beers. This past week, I was surprised with a gift from Gary and his family. It's a copy of the book "Goodnight Brew", a parody on the book "Goodnight Moon".

L's Funfetti cake, complete
with firefly decorations
Instead of a 'picture book' it is described as a 'pitcher book' for grown-ups, a besotted bedtime story for beer lovers everywhere. You follow the crew of animals as they close down for the evening and say goodnight to the brew kettle, barley and yeast, hops and mash, saison, porter, IPA, and more. Obviously, a tongue-in-cheek thing, but the last few pages do have brew infographics that follow the story. It may come in handy, in more way than one, in the near future. 

This coming weekend is race #2 of the Fantastic Frigid 5k Series and if all goes as planned, I should be able to take part. Race #1 ended up being on the same day as the birthing class two weeks ago and I had to miss it. It isn't expected to be as cold as the first one and I'm looking forward to a trail course as the asphalt can get monotonous at times. #HShive #mettlemonday @honeystinger 

At her place of work, L's coworkers had a baby shower for her. When asked what kind of cake she would like to have, L was proud to say - with the full confidence of a proud, adult woman - that she wanted a Funfetti cake. If you don't know, this is a white or yellow cake with rainbow colored sprinkles baked into the batter. When baked, the sprinkles melt into dots of bright color that resemble confetti or in this case "Funfetti". 

Sunday Night's snow walk, L 
& Pupa Russell standing
 under the street light
The targeted demographic is, of course, children, but I guess one can get a pass if you are about to have a child as well. And the piece L had, of course, did have one of the fireflies on it. Just paying tribute to the logo she created for The Fermented Firefly. And she brought home a piece for me...and it was delicious. #HShive #mettlemonday

This past weekend saw my Cincinnati Bengals end a 31-year drought by winning a playoff game and did it with a fellow Southeast Ohio native in young superstar Joe Burrow. At the same time, L's Steelers lost in what is likely Northwest Ohio native Ben Roethlisberger's last game after 18 years. A bit of a weird contrast taking place on the same weekend for the both of our teams.  And we also had the first significant snowfall of the season, something we enjoy and typically results in a night walk around our neighborhood.

The long Martin Luther King, Jr. Day holiday weekend ended Monday with the library where I work taking part in an event hosting Author Nic Stone and ending with a book signing at the library. I came away with a book signed by her for Russell and she used his ROKS initials after inquiring about the name we settled on. She also thought it was insane for anyone to run outside in the wintery weather, but since she lives in Georgia, she doesn't enjoy cold weather in general anyway. A couple of photos of what she wrote can be found below.

We are at 36 weeks and according to the birthing app, Russell is now the size of a bag of Bugles, so we at least know he's tasty (note to self: DO NOT EAT THE BABY). Another food related reference, this app knows us way to well. 

We are also told his blood circulation is fully up and running now. And at around 36 weeks or later, your baby drops from around your rib cage to closer to your pelvis. Aha! Russell did that in the last week, he's ahead of the game! I believe L is proud to know our boy is a leader and not a follower, as well as a corn snack.

So 28 days, 4 weeks or one month - however you break it down - that is what the birthing encyclopedia indicates regarding the time we have until Russell's arrival. Though experiencing L's recent reactions to his increased movement, Russell apparently has his bags packed and is just waiting for the early train to leave the station. 

Patience, Trogdor...uh...I mean, Russell...patience...we still have some corn snacks to finish off...


Minimal big mistakes, and the last one:
In the car or the store, you didn't ask for it
Take your time, take the place, and react
Does it in my mind set the pace?

And rewind to them
And rewind to them
And rewind to them
And rewind to them

Take a chance, make a choice, you couldn't not look
Indecision overload is only chance figures
Change my mind, make mistakes, and put it past them
Raise the bar, set the course

And rewind to them
And rewind to them
And rewind to them
And rewind to them

You're just the same as you ever were
You fighting, no wonder why it makes no sense
I'm just the same as I ever been,
But I'm the only one who doesn't notice it

See me through the front porch
Sure, I want more
Off the cuff, doesn't measure
Got a front door
Take the stairs, make mistakes
Just make up for them
On the spot, don't pretend

And rewind to them
And rewind to them
And rewind to them
And rewind to them

You're just the same as you ever were
You fighting, no wonder why it makes no sense
I'm just the same as I ever been,
But I'm the only one who doesn't notice it

Yeah, yeah ah hey
Yeah, yeah ah hey
Yeah, yeah ah hey
Yeah, yeah ah hey
Yeah, yeah ah hey
Yeah, yeah ah hey
Yeah, yeah ah hey
Yeah, yeah ah hey

You're just the same as you ever were
You're just the same as you ever were
You're just the same as you ever were
You're just the same as you ever were




A slice of L's funfetti cake.

The back cover of "Goodnight Brew".

The front & back inscription from Author 
Nic Stone


Tuesday, January 11, 2022

Don't Mind Me, Just Passing Through the Pelvis

If ever we needed additional preparation for our forthcoming child, this past week definitely put us through the ringer. 

On Wednesday we sat through a two-hour webinar after work on nursing & breast feeding which was interesting to a point. Though I did find myself nodding off for a moment or two a few times, it didn't help that the gray cat (Whiskey) was curled up asleep and purring away in my lap. Jokingly, L wondered why I wasn't interested in seeing all the boobs. There were a lot of boobs....A LOT of boobs. Afterwards, I had to find the energy to squeeze in a five mile run in the dark, arctic night. The run was the easy part. It was the waking myself up to brave the initial blast of the single digit temps that made it difficult.

Fun with birthing class
Then on Saturday, we spent six hours at Dublin Methodist attending a birthing class. We joined two other couples who are also expecting in February. Maybe it was the standard dress for a cold, January Saturday morning, but we three fathers-to-be were all wearing jeans and a hoodie. Again, we encountered plenty of welcomed advice and tips which were greatly appreciated. Among the educational pieces were a number of videos that entailed gobs of valuable information, but also generated images we wish we didn't have to see...several times.

Remember The Office episode when Michael walked into the delivery room where Pam was giving birth and immediately exited with the phrase, "Gotta go wash my eyes.Yeah, imagine that, but about 20 or so times. On the drive home, L was trying to come up with an explanation for some of the things we saw and asked, "Do I look like that?" I was happy to tell her - and truthfully - no, no you do not. It was, however, pretty satisfying to watch the parents in the videos welcoming their newborns into the world and we couldn't help imagine what it would be like for us in the next month or so.

The birthing class nurse did remind us that the moms need to focus on getting rest and this is where I gave L the stink eye because this is something I tell her constantly. Though, Sunday did us no favors. Her Steelers needed to win to give themselves a shot at the playoffs and they did, but with a field goal in overtime which caused some unwanted stress for her. For Pittsburgh to officially make the playoffs, the Sunday night game between the Raiders and Chargers could not end in a tie - which rarely happens.

Photuris, Photinus, Pupa Pale x 3
at The Fermented Firefly
Despite having a 15 point lead with less than 5 minutes to go, the Chargers scored twice (and added a 2pt conversion) with the second touchdown coming as time expired to send it to overtime. L is now cursing and yelling at anyone to score. It was an out-of-body experience to hear her beg for whomever had the ball to score a touchdown and/or throw a pick-six, and for either defense to strip, scoop & score - ALL AT THE SAME TIME. She didn't care just somebody score some damn points! 

As you can imagine, it came down to the Raiders kicking a field goal with two seconds left in overtime to have the game NOT end in a tie. So much for rest, we went to bed near 1am with work coming just a handful of hours later - but Pittsburgh is in the playoffs....somehow. My Bengals will now get to host the Raiders in their playoff game next weekend, me thinks I'm now jinxed.

All of this as I attempt to complete Columbus Running Company's Inspire Columbus Winter Challenge. It is a commitment to yourself to run or walk at least one mile outdoors every day in January. You log your miles and have opportunities to win prizes along the way. 

Sounds like an easy thing to do, but forcing yourself to squeeze in a few miles each day with less than human weather going on and mostly in the dark (usually an after work thing for me) is a testament to one's will and desire. I'm used to taking at least two days off each week during the rest of the year, so in order to keep from going overboard on this challenge I try to replace the off days with short jaunts. So far, so good on my end but the recent super cold spell is making it tougher to get started each day.

35 weeks & baby is the size of a lean, mean,
fat reducing, grilling machine
I had signed up for the Fantastic Frigid 5k Series, but race #1 ended up being on the same day as the birthing class. I did pick up a pretty cool event shirt, but race #2 will take place on January 22nd of which I should be able to take part. These are apart of the larger, inaugural, RunColumbus Race Series, a year-long series of races in Central Ohio where you earn points with each completed event and battle for age group titles and such. We will see how many I will be able to take part in as the year progresses. #MettleMonday 

Also on Saturday, I bottled the beer I created for the arrival of Russell. And to our delight, it looks, smells and tastes as I had hoped. It should be ready to pop open when our son decides to grace us with his presence. And it will be nice to have some substance to go along with the fun label created for the occasion here at The Fermented Firefly.

So according to the baby app we use, the boy's arrival is expected in about 5 weeks - give or take - and is the size of your standard George Foreman Grill. It has become real enough that L has a hospital bag or two packed and ready to go on a moments notice, so the butterflies are in full force. I don't think anyone is ever expertly prepared for having a child, but I think we are prepared enough that the unexpected is our expectation. We are ready to not be ready for the smoothest, bumpy ride (or the bumpiest, smooth ride) imaginable. 

R.O.K.S is preparing to land, T-minus 35 days, or so, and counting....

Michael Buble -A Foggy Day in London Town

A foggy day in London Town
Had me low and had me down
I viewed the morning with alarm
The British Museum had lost its charm

How long, I wondered, could this thing last?
But the age of miracles hadn't passed,
For, suddenly, I saw you there
And through foggy London Town
The sun was shining everywhere.

A foggy day in London Town
Had me low and had me down
I viewed the morning with alarm
The British Museum had lost its charm

How long, I wondered, could this thing last?
But the age of miracles hadn't passed,
For, suddenly, I saw you there
And through foggy London Town
The sun was shining everywhere.


Friday, December 31, 2021

Nobody Puts Baby in a Lunch Box!

As the last month of 2021 rolled around, I was really close to reaching the 1,600 mile plateau for the year. So I put some effort into reaching that milestone, while turning 46 just before Christmas, with the full knowledge that squeezing in a similar amount of miles in 2022 was not likely with the amount of attention our baby would require when he arrives in February.

Speaking of, our latest digital update on the future baby Russell is that he is the size of a lunch box. And, of course, the example image sent to us is a lunch box depicting the original Space Jam movie from 1996. This comes a week after Russell's size was compared to that of a Care Bear. Yes, the objects are becoming more obscure as the weeks go by.

We get the idea of giving folks tangible objects to better understand the shape & size of the fetus as time moves along, but someone with a lesser grasp of life & reality could easily misinterpret the fact that a tiny human will soon be exiting another human relatively soon (about 49 days). Could they at least put a drawing of the fetus next to the similar-sized objects? I'd rather not see Russ as a Go-Gurt, thermos of tomato soup & bologna sandwich or the monetization of a character created by a Cleveland-based greeting card company.

So 2021 ended with my mile counter reaching 1,600.9 on the last day - New Year's Eve, out distancing 2020 by about 90 miles. And 2022 will begin with the Rear-View Mirror 5k on New Year's Day, the same as 2021. Though, the race last year was cancelled due to freezing rain and subsequent iced over course. L and I then jogged the course since we had already arrived and yes, the course was crazy slippery and I could not imagine having to run on it.  This year, however, I will be doing the race by myself because at this time in 2021 L wasn't 34 weeks pregnant. We are expecting rain, but around 50 degrees...can't complain for an outdoor January race in Central Ohio. 

The return to running for me began in the summer of 2016 and each year since, my yearly mileage has increased: 2017: 1,256, 2018: 1,301, 2019: 1357, 2020: 1,510 and 1,600.9 in 2021. I'm sure 2022 will be a decline, but I will be more than happy to replace those miles with fatherhood. Though, I will be just as exhausted mentally as would be physically - and then some - attempting to care for our coming offspring. And our yearly February trip to South Haven, Michigan for the Ice Breaker Festival and Break the Ice 5k to celebrate L's birthday will have to be put on hold, but as you can imagine we will be excited to visit again in 2023 with the third member of our family.

The Fermented Firefly is all abuzz with what the future holds. Previously up in the air on where we are going, what we want to do and where we want to be...I think we now have a better grasp of things. ROKS is seven weeks away and we are gladly cruising around our forever cul-de-sac....  #MettleMonday 

Forever Cul-De-Sac by Ages and Ages

I came up in a cul-de-sac:
Neighborhood houses evenly placed
And spread out all around until I couldn't see out
And the "world" was a word I picked up in a textbook
I tried to relate, it was hard to embrace
Because it seemed so far away

And I want to have vision
But I can't see out
Caught in this cul-de-sac
Round and round
I want to have vision
But I can't see out
Caught in this cul-de-sac
Up and down
I want to have vision
But I can't see out
Riding this cul-de-sac
Round and round
I want to have vision
But I can't see out
Caught in this cul-de-sac

And no matter how hard
That they try to convince you
They don't approve if it isn't familiar
Because they don't want
What they can't understand

And you're either a target or trying to find one
So why go in circles at all
If it's out of your hands??

(I want to have vision
But I can't see out
Caught in this cul-de-sac
Round and round...)

Always I am only
Going round and round
On this cul-de-sac to nowhere...


Photos 

The beer created to celebrate Russell's
February 2022 arrival

Goofing off at the extended family
Christmas eve gathering. The hat
belongs to my uncle

Adjusted our logo, for L, to celebrate
Russell's arrival

The Christmas ham at the in-laws with
secret glaze, 'twas tasty!

The other side of the mug

L tolerating my goofing off. Russell,
thankful the womb is keeping him from 
this awful display.



Tuesday, November 16, 2021

The Shape of Things to Come

Two trimesters down, one to go. 

You know back in June when we discovered we were finally pregnant, it all seemed so far away and we we would be semi-prepared when everything started getting "real". Well, we are...in a sense. Though, one can't help but feel sorely unprepared because you have made another human who will be arriving when it's cooking time reaches the pinnacle in mid-February. We aren't freaking out, but the constant reminders of what will soon be coming makes you take a step back and try to comprehend the gravity of it all.

Seriously, this was their graphic
We have an online registry for friends and family to peruse as they please and to help us out, the registry will send a weekly update as to what is taking place inside the womb and how your baby is evolving. This past week we were alerted that our child will be arriving in roughly 98 days and baby is starting to develop regular sleep and wake patterns (It might feel like they’re always active while you’re sleeping!). And our little one is also building up important immunities to protect against the outside world after birth.

Oh...and that our forthcoming offspring is about the size of a VHS tape case....hmmm....okay. Our joke was that the newsletter was aware that I'm older than L and they needed to come up with an object they thought I would better understand. Not weird at all. Though, I rue the day I'm forced to watch The Little Mermaid (released in 1989). Some adult "cough medicine" may need to be involved.

For L, she is struggling to keep from attempting everything on her personal to-do list. Her body, of course, is not allowing her to be the superwoman she is and she isn't happy about it. This is where I remind her that the situation is temporary and the simple fact that I exist - so I can do the things she feels she has to do. And, these pleas are regularly ignored. Not frustrating, at all, for either one of us.

She, still though, has been quite active and since running has become an uncomfortable experience, a walking routine has entered the picture. Understandable, but she misses running. In September, and three months pregnant, she bested 160 competitors at the Kilbourne 5K. She then beat 229 other women - and 305 people total - at the Holland Haven Half Marathon in Holland, Michigan. So she isn't a push over, just pregnant. I don't know what that feels like, nor do I want to, but I can't imagine not being able to go for a run as well as being a human incubator.

Our last Michigan photo as two
Speaking of that tiny person, when we returned from the trip to Holland & Grand Haven, Michigan we discovered we would be HAVING A BOY! And that boy's name will be Russell. The name has no other significance other than we like it, though it is appropriate that probably my favorite movie series are the National Lampoon Vacation films and Chevy Chase's son in those films is named "Russ".

Our last night in Michigan, and hanging out on the pier in Grand Haven, we watched the sunset. As we were leaving and before the sun disappeared, L started to cry, but they were happy tears. It was the realization that this would be the last vacation, to our favorite place, as two. 

If there was ever something that could have knocked me down regarding the enormity of reproducing, that was it. The wondering, thinking, imagining and scaring the bejesus out of myself has been non-stop and cranked up to a thousand since.

The process of gathering and preparing for Russell has taken over as we also work around the upcoming holidays. I am still running, much to L's chagrin, though as it begins to get colder, I'm sure she isn't going to complain too much. She did have to return to her former self as a race spectator as I took part in the Nationwide Children's Hospital Columbus Half Marathon in October and the both of us are entering the Grove City Thanksgiving Wattle 5k at the end of the month, though she plans on walking it with a variety of others. 

A mid-November blast of winter took place a Sunday when we decided to run/walk at Prairie Oaks Metro Park. A nice snow fall made the venture quite peaceful as we scared up a number of slumbering deer. The snow didn't last long, but it was a little reminder of what we can also expect in the weeks & months ahead.

As for Russell's arrival, there has been plenty of advice from co-workers as two of them have had new arrivals within the last four months, but at the moment I think we need to prepare our cats for the loud and sometimes smelly bundle of joy. Plastic bags scare the crap out of them now, I can't imagine how they would react to what amounts to a smoke alarm with an inadequate off button.

Soon, I will start making the beer to signify the arrival of the third human member of our family. I created the label over the summer using a photo I took from one of our many trips to that state up north. There will be plenty of time to work on it as I take some time off in December.  This is a yearly break for me as I use the time to celebrate my birthday as well as Christmas and spend time with family we don't get to see much of during the rest of the year. I guess it will also be one last time to reflect and ready ourselves for the stretch run of the pregnancy without work interruption.

It is all coming together, being molded I guess you could say, for the shape of things to come...

The Shape of Things to Come - The Grip Weeds

There's a new sun
Risin' up angry in the sky
And there's a new voice
Sayin' "we're not afraid to die"

Let the old world make believe
It's blind and deaf and dumb
But nothing can change the shape of things to come

There are changes
Lyin' ahead in every road
And there are new thoughts
Ready and waiting to explode

When tomorrow is today
The bells may toll for some
But nothing can change the shape of things to come

The future's comin' in, now
Sweet and strong
Ain't no-one gonna hold it back for long

There are new dreams
Crowdin' out old realities
There's revolution
Sweepin' in like a fresh new breeze

Let the old world make believe
It's blind and deaf and dumb

nothing can change the shape of things [Repeat: x4]

To come

Even on vacation at our B&B, 
I attract the cats

The Holland Haven Half Marathon finish

The Grand Haven Lighthouse

Our B&B outdoor breakfast nook

L, and Russell, at
Branstool Orchards

Finishing the Nationwide Children's
Columbus Half Marathon



After a mid-November walk at
Prairie Oaks Metro Park

Snow run at Prairie Oaks Metro Park

The snow hung around for about half a day


Monday, July 19, 2021

Where the Bioluminescence Shines Brightest

We had been working on it for months without any promising results and L was getting more & more frustrated. She had this routine when taking the tests. She would leave the cover on it as it sat on the counter in the bathroom and when it was time to take a look she would take off the cover, not see the result she wanted, then angrily throw it in the trash. This took place probably 12 to 15 times over the course of time.

On June 8th, on a whim, she bought a test on the way home from work. This time the routine was interrupted by what looked to be a different result, but was it really? Maybe she was just imagining seeing something else or her eager, overanxious mind was creating a mirage to satisfy what she had been yearning for. Trying keep her feelings at bay, she waited till I came home and showed me, "Am I seeing things? Or am I trying to force myself to see something different than the usual result?"

"No, I don't think so. I see exactly what you see," I say - still - with some skepticism because it isn't 100% accurate. To assist her thinking, she sent a photo of the test to a co-worker for her opinion. The co-worker called her right back and as L answered, I could hear "Oh, my god!" exclaimed from across the room.

The indicator was super faint, but it was there - we weren't making it up....right? After a night of examining what little facts we had regarding L's bodily function the last few weeks, she bought a test on the way home from work the next day, June 9th. As a I sat on the floor recovering from a four mile run in the humid late spring weather, L arrives and says jokingly, "This one actually says yes or no and isn't left up to a line or two (that may or my not be imaginary) for you to decipher."  I'm in front of the box fan petting the fat, orange cat Jameson, shirtless and sweaty. Suddenly L jets from the bathroom and slides across the carpeted floor on her knees to me in her best stage performer impression, causing a frightened Jameson to do just the opposite.

She has this giant smile on her face and in her hand is this magic, semi-urine soaked wand that simply reads, "Pregnant". I'm half smiling and half in disbelief. Her mind now in overdrive, L begins rehashing how she has felt the last few weeks and putting together the puzzle pieces. She pauses, "What is the protocol regarding who to tell and when?" Seriously, she's asking me? How in the hell am I to know? "Okay, first of all, I would rather have medical professional confirmation before we start telling people," I say with this weird feeling of how in the world am I the more rational one at the moment.

Excited, and for good reason, she takes a deep breath and agrees. Shortly thereafter, we drive over to Blue Limestone Park (the location of our wedding two summers ago) to take a walk. Thousands of thoughts are running through my head, a few million were sprinting through L's brain. Later that evening I had to ask her to relax as she started to run down a list of things she will not be able to eat, will have to avoid, activities she will have to lessen or stop. I then apologized, but we still didn't have foolproof confirmation. Not that she, or we, couldn't talk about these things, but what I didn't want was to get excited and pumped only to have it wall washed away by a false positive. Yeah, probably me overthinking, but I was trying to be rational....right?....no? Holy crap, did we just reproduce?!??

At work the next day, L drops me a text: July 15th, 2:00 pm, we have an appointment the first day we are back from vacation (the one we are taking with her brother & parents to the Lower & Upper Michigan Peninsula). Along with it is a link titled: How Big Is My Baby This week? Here's Your Baby Fruit Size Chart, which is led by a photo of a pregnant woman weirdly smiling and holding a quarter of a watermelon at a farmer's market. "If you want to read about what's happening...truly bizarre and amazing...", L's follow up text states. 

The first paragraph, "Your due date is calculated from the first day of your last menstrual period. Conception occurs about two weeks from this day, and that's when you're truly considered pregnant. In just 40 short weeks, your baby will grow from the size of a tiny seed to the size of a plump watermelon."  I'm still confused as to why the woman in the picture is holding a quartered watermelon and not a plump watermelon? Are they making assumptions about my 45 year-old genes?? Hopefully, the fruit of our labor will get L's giant brain - that should dispel this stupid article's perceived crass presumptions.

The fun part was about to begin: my brother & sister-in-law are coming in to visit the family from Texas in about two weeks, which is then immediately followed by the Michigan vacation with L's family. How do we stick to our guns, waiting for professional confirmation, when we will be mingling with both sides of our immediate families in consecutive weeks leading up to said confirmation date. Would our secret be detected? Would we be figured out before we told them? Would our eventual news be subdued by the smart women who notice things and simply keep their mouth shut to not let the cat out of the bag and burst our balloon? Or would we lose patience and just tell them?

Maybe all of the above, but we wanted to try.

Post race pic and wearing
the custom singlets I designed
during the pandemic. The COVID
boredom did have some benefits
And off course, we broke protocol, but it made sense. On Father's Day, we spent the afternoon with L's family and gave the fun news. From here we decided only immediate family - for the time being - would be given the details we knew. Though L was starting to feel her body adapt to the pregnancy, she was till able to join me in running the Plain City Four Mile Run on June 26th. I took fourth overall and she finished 24th, even with the added burden of working through a cold passed on to her by her students at work. As a result, I'm not sure I can ever really complain about not feeling well during a race ever again.

When my brother and sister-in-law visited, we broke the news and the following night at my sister's house - with all the immediate family - we did the same. There was excitement, of course, but this was also the next logical step, so it didn't come as too much of a surprise. It was satisfying to make the announcement with everyone at the same time, and in person. 

That weekend we made our annual camping trip to East Harbor State Park to enjoy the Independence Day holiday. A year ago, I jokingly asked L, "Is this the last time we come up here with just the two of of us?"  Well, technically, that did happen to be the case - just not in the out-of-the-womb sense. To add to the weekend, we ran the Boy with the Boot 5k that Sunday morning in nearby Sandusky. A hot, muggy morning along the Lake Erie shore was our running location and it was fun to pick up a victory, despite it not being the most competitive event in the world. Even L pulled out a second place for her age group. All in all, it added to the fishing, swimming, open fire cooking and fireworks over the Great Lake.

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Just a week later was our real summer vacation, L & I went with her parents to the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. We stayed in St. Ignace, but spent five days traveling all over the UP visiting Tahquamenon Falls State Park, Drummond Island, Seney National Wildlife Refuge, Grand Sable Banks & Dunesclimbing to the top of Crisp Point Lighthouse and admiring the Mackinac Bridge - among other things. And, of course, stops at Tahquamenon Falls Brewery & Lake Superior Brewing Company for my personal browsing pleasure.

Funny story, as we climbed atop the Grand Sable Dunes over looking Grand Sable Lake, three women approached us as they were backpacking along the North Country Trail. We were gawking at the surrounding landscape, but thought we overheard them mention Ohio on their way to us. Once there, we exchanged friendly pleasantries and asked where they were from. "We're from Akron, Ohio," they shared as we delightedly relayed we, too, were from the Buckeye State and that I had worked in Akron for several years. Too funny, the bigger the world seems, the smaller it gets.

A whirlwind vacation it was, not to mention exhausting having visited four of the five Great Lakes over a week and a half. 

Once we returned, we had the doctor's appointment the next day. Both of us were excited with L maybe a bit more nervous than I as we were entering a phase neither one of us were familiar with. Within minutes after answering some basic questions and completing some paperwork, this image was brought to our attention:


Despite wearing a mask, I couldn't close my mouth as I starred in awe. This tiny thing was about 63 days old and working on an arrival date slated for February as we watched it squirm. We don't know the sex at this point, but we have been tossing around various fun combinations of male & female names. This was a neat little respite before returning to the real world.

My first day back to work was that Saturday, two days later. A slow day it was, but I did help a female patron figure out how to print screenshots of text messages she gathered from her significant other's phone to prove to him she had caught him cheating. How many screenshots you ask? She spent just short of $10.00 on printing, at $0.10 per page. Yup, just a standard day in public library land.

Though, from this point on, our forthcoming year will not be so standard. Rather it will most likely be unconventional, unorthodox, atypical, strange and peculiar...so...yeah...basically, a standard at The Fermented Firefly...


Stars, they got nothing on us
I don't think you understand
Let's go out and do something we'd never do
'Cause I feel like I can do anything when

My head is spinning and my feet off the ground
And I can't stop dancing like no one's around
And yeah, I think we were born to shine

'Cause the stars are dull when they're compared to you and I
And if people don't like it, then they can close their eyes
'Cause we're not the same and we don't have to try
'Cause we're brighter than fireflies
We're gonna light the sky
Ooooh oh oh
Ooooh oh oh oh
Ooooh oh oh
Ooooh oh oh oh
Light the sky

You and me, we stand out of the crowd
'Cause we aren't afraid to let our light out
So trust in me and just have no doubt
'Cause we will be tearing through the clouds

'Cause my head is spinning and my feet off the ground
And I can't stop dancing like no one's around
And yeah, I think we were born to shine

'Cause the stars are dull when they're compared to you and I
And if people don't like it, then they can close their eyes
'Cause we're not the same and we don't have to try
'Cause we're brighter than fireflies
We're gonna light the sky

Ooh woah oh
Ooh woah oh oh
Ooh woah oh
Ooh woah oh oh
Light the sky

You and me
Me and you
We will shine through
You and me-e-e and you
We will shine

'Cause my head is spinning and my feet off the ground
And I can't stop dancing like no one's around
And yeah, I think we were born to shine

'Cause the stars are dull when they're compared to you and I
And if people don't like it, then they can close their eyes
'Cause we're not the same and we don't have to try
'Cause we're brighter than fireflies
We're gonna light the sky

Ooh woah oh
Ooh woah oh oh
Ooh woah oh
Ooh woah oh oh
Light the sky

Bass fishing

A 5k race win

Open fire, cast iron chicken & biscuit stew

Fireworks from a barge
on Lake Erie





The Mackinac Bridge

From atop the Crisp Point
Lighthouse, looking East

Crisp Point Lighthouse, looking north

L's parents at Crisp Point Lighthouse

Crisp Point Lighthouse

Tahquamenon Falls

My driftwood art masterpiece


L, atop Crisp Point Lighthouse



Us with the bridge & Lake Huron

The bridge, from Mackinaw City at night

The in-laws & L

Grand Sable Lake from the dunes

Hurricane Creek

From the lighthouse, looking west

From Drummond Island Campground

L, atop the Grand Sable Dunes along
the North Country Trail


From Drummond Island Campground

'twas quite tasty

Our Airbnb had the remnants of a
 treehouse or fort in the side yard which
 included a lock on one of the trees.

A neat little place

Would be worth a return trip