If you've read my site much, you probably remember my descent into despair about not being able to have kids or my subsequent plunge under the knife to give it a shot after all. Two scars, $7,000 and a whole lot of practicing later and...
...we're pregnant! Vanessa just passed sixteen weeks yesterday and is feeling and looking great. We're so freaking thrilled; neither of could believe the results of the pregnancy test that Vanessa took on a whim, more to clear out space in a drawer than to check if she was pregnant. I even made her show me the test, as I thought she was surely just playing a cruel joke on me. :-)
So there it is. Life isn't all bad news and bad breaks — I guess Jobu got his refill.
Today, I am the world's biggest Alex Rodriguez fan.
It might be because Barry is a Giant, and I can no more cheer a Giant than I can a tapeworm. It might be because Barry is a rotten liar whose head has incomprehensibly grown a few sizes (and I don't see any other evidence of gigantism). It might be because he's a prick who supplanted one of the game's greatest ambassadors and heroes. It might be because Barry is a cheating Johnny-Come-Lately who hit 73 home runs at age 36 after only barely approaching 50 in a year before that.
Whatever the reason, I just can't wait to see what classy Barry does when Rodriguez smokes him on his way to 800 home runs. Meh, he'll probably just blame the media.
Go A-Rod!