I wrote the final two lines of my book today. It’s a kicker.

Unfortunately, a lot of the meat is still missing. I’m only at 9,900 words. I started out by writing the how the story began, but my mind raced ahead to write the middle, and random chapters in between. I can’t seem to pen my thoughts down fast enough. And life seems to get in the way… freelance projects to help us stay afloat, paying the bills, mopping up the mess left behind from those savage monkeys, being a husband, being a dad.

But I guess that’s life. You just have to learn how to navigate around the cones. But this is why we work. To stay afloat, to pay the bills, to buy BB Guns, to be a breadwinner to your wife and your kid.

I think the message carried in the subject line of this blog entry is fairly obvious and I’m sure 3 out of every 2 of you has already figured out what this entry is about.

Sophie is carrying what some of you may consider your biggest nightmare, a smaller version of the two of us rolled into one.

I’ve been warned by Sophie not to say too much about the ejaculate conception so all I will divulge is that it was a cool night in Cairo, and it wasn’t only the camels who had a hump that night.

To date we’ve been to one ultra sound. The baby was bouncing up and down, and we could see the hands, head and legs. I have pictures but I’ll spare you. In my opinion, all ultrasounds look alike – a black and white version of Van Gogh’s Starry Night. Expected delivery date is mid Nov.