Well, tomorrow, or rather later this morning, will be a rather big day for my Girlfriend and I because I will be proposing to her. I'm rather excited about it, and at the same time, tremendously frightened. I think it's good to be frightened, otherwise it would mean that it doesn't mean anything to me. Was just downstairs untangling all the balloons and writing down witty things on them, like, "Friends shouldn't date... they should marry!" That's me, Witty Boy. It's all I got.

So, I will probably divulge the plan tomorrow evening or the next day, but I want to thank Cody for helping me out. Without him, my evil scheme would not work. Now I owe him lunch and probably my left ball. He can have it once Ted's done with it. Ha ha.

I'm so excited, it's giddy. It's almost surreal to the point whereby I don't know what to do. I know I'm going to spend the whole day being with my Girlfriend, but other than that, I'm not sure what my agenda is.

Was working this evening and I saw a stuffed baby animal, and suddenly I'm thinking, "My baby will like that."

It has begun.

Another fine example of why this blog is called "American Baby." It belongs to what I think is a perfect American family. I mean, look at us. We are demographically represented in so many ways, that once the baby is born, there will be at least a 13 year difference between each member of the family. Which is rather cool, I think. And I'm Chinese and my GF is Cauasian (spelling), and our baby will be somewhere in the middle, which is perfect. I think the baby will look great, because one of my friends at work, Karen, has a baby and her husband Joe is Japanese (or half, I forget) and Brandon is the cutest little guy ever. Happy as a button.

Dansen mentioned fatherhood in a rather icky manner, that it's like spreading your genes and how it's made up of genetic material. He also thought that it was somewhat an exercise of narcisscism, to create a little one in your image because you want to help populate the world with your own likeness. I don't really think of it that way, but maybe subconciously, it must be true for some people.

GF and I were talking the other day, and I told her that whenever I hear someone's pregnant, people usually think, "Oh, they're having a baby! How cute! What a cutie the baby will be!" and whatnot. What I think of is rather different. When I hear someone's pregnant, I imagine them shagging. It's probably not normal, but I do. I tend to associate pregnancy with sex perhaps a little more than the act of conceiving a baby, and I don't really think of babies when someone tells me they're pregnant, I just think of them having sex. Sometimes it's interesting, other times it's much like watching the Discovery Channel.

Like, "Hmm, okay. So that's how the Amazon tree frog does it."

Anyway, I brought that up because that's one of my cringy feelings when I tell someone we're pregnant. It's like telling people, "Yes, my GF and I have sex." Which is weird to tell people. I suppose that's just me.

Okay, time for bed.

So today was my first time actually changing out the cat box, usually I just let my GF do it because I've disclaimed that the cats are more hers than mine, which may not be necessarily true, but kinda is. She paid for them, and the cats have her last name (which means absolutely nothing) and she feeds them - I look at them and do dances for them, at which point they simply give me a catty look and walk away to wash themselves for the sixtieth time that day.

I've cleaned them before, which involves scoop scoop, toss. Cleaning out the actual catbox was an entirely different experience, much like cleaning up after doo-tossing monkeys in a zoo, I expect. Ah, Toxoplasmosis. You cursed disease, you. Franklin's very responsible for the whole mess before he, unlike the other cats, likes to bury everything. There are always foreign objects in his food bowl because he buries his food after he's done chowing. So, yes. That was quite a task. Stupid cats.

I suppose this is also some sort of primer for the baby, to which I was informed, "They poop a lot."

GF told a handful of people yesterday, and the news is pretty widespread at work. A lot of people are happy, one of the employees is decidedly pyscho about it, because she's told my GF that since it's my first baby, I should be thrown a baby shower. Which is odd, because you don't throw baby showers for guys, as a general rule.


"Yes, I think the baby needs a... Playstation 2 for educational growth purposes."

or:

"All you girls are so kind to throw me a baby shower... Slumber party!"

In which case would be a little scary for me. The said employee also wants to get me a baby book, and actually gave another employee a hard time because that employee did not tell her about the secret when it was... still a secret. So, yeah. Babies and people. Our assistant manager was quite happy about it, jaw dropped and said, "Wow" about 2 million times. From what my GF said, She was quite happy.

So far, we've told people that we count on positive support. My mom might not be so supportive, but that's also understandable, being how I'm her youngest, and Mom's just tend to put that burden onto their youngest child. So I heard. My brother will flip out, and eventually support me. It's odd how my brother and I grew up in pretty much the same environment, but we're so vastly different.




Our cat, Franklin was laying in bed being adorable last night and I mentioned that our baby would be that size, and my GF said, it would be much smaller than that. That's amazing. Then they grow to be like people size. And they sleep a lot in the beginning. And expel all kinds of goodness.

It's a somewhat disconcerting thought when I realized this morning that my routine might, and probably will be disrupted once the baby arrives. I can no longer sleep till whenever I want, moreover, my sleeping schedule will pretty much be determined by the baby. It kinda sucks when I'm not the most important person in the world anymore, damn this non-self-centeredness that I cannot possess anymore. Now I will have to be responsible, and social, and caring! I cannot play videogames till four in the morning any longer!

Yeah, I'm going to edit all day today. Fun!

Went to the 3B Tavern to do a segment for The Scene, and I realized that all that crazy boozing and bar-hopping and craziness I missed in college - I hadn't. I like my sedative life. It was fun to cover (sorta) but I can live without that kind of night activity. I doubt I'll be thinking of what I'm missing, and love what I will be doing.

Being a father and husband.

God, that sounds weird. In a good way. In a all-grown up way.