Just a few more days...

Well, it won't be long now. The closer it gets, the more I realize how little experience I have with babies (except for when I was one, but I don't remember anything that might be useful).

Anyway, that's me (the baby) and my Pop. There's almost a 100% chance the boy will be born with black hair and brown eyes. As a matter of fact, if I could find a bookie to take that bet we would all be set for life, but then again, who knows?

Me and Lisa are getting anxious. I guess she's more miserable than anxious, but anxious just the same. I realize a lot of people can't tell I'm excited. I confess I'm not running around giggling like a school girl, but I'm excited on the inside. I guess part of me is sad to see the "Era of Me" come to a close. I realize that everything is going to change in an instant. I know that it will be better, but it's kinda like standing on the high dive, you can't possibly know what the jump is really like till you jump, and in those last moments your heart is beating out of your chest. That's where I am.

I'm really looking forward to seeing Baby Boy Harper, and telling everyone his name. I've kinda been thinking I want a picture of me and him like this one of me and my Pop. I'm sure I'll be tired enough to be convincing. I know Lisa will be.

I am planning on Twittering what's going on come baby-time. You can read the updates on the right side as they happen, or on my Facebook profile. Stay tuned, Lil Harp will be here before you know it.

Crunch Time...

You got to love the drunk stork from the Bugs Bunny cartoons.

Anyway, the 4th of July means something a little different to me and Lisa this year...one month till Baby Boy Harper is due. From what I understand, there really is no telling when he'll actually get here, but I'm told sometime in the next 8 weeks or so.

It still seems kinda unreal. I know you are probably dying to make a joke about how it will be real soon enough. To tell the truth, I'll be relieved when he gets here because everyone has had a lot of fun at my expense about how clueless I am about the reality of having a baby. It doesn't hurt my feelings or anything...it just gets old hearing the same thing over and over (and if you are reading this, I'm not talking about you...but someone else).

I'll be the first to admit it's going to be a life-changer. I know it. I'm trying to relish these last few days of me time. I know that will be on hold for around 18-35 years, depending. But we are ready to see the one who has been kicking Lisa all this time.

As for the name...we really haven't nailed one down as of now, but we aren't telling anyone until he is born. For one reason, it's more funner that way (yes, I said funner). And for another reason, I don't want to get locked into a name if I can name him something like Battlecat or Tornado at the last minute. So in the mean time, have fun guessing.

Oh yeah, one more thing: The over/under on the arrival is starting out at noon, August 4th, and is subject to change, so get your bets in early. Losers pay 25% sugar.