I really shouldn’t complain.  When Emmet wakes in the night, I’m not the one who has to wake up and feed him. But I do wake up if only for a few minutes at a time. Those interruptions are intefering with quality, restful, sleep and that is leading to exhaustion, grumpiness, and exhaustion.

Yes. I typed it twice on accident but left it there on purpose.  That sort of thing happens when you do not get quality sleep. Not only do I know this because I’m living it, but because I read it here. That article also explained why my typing is unusually awful today and whatever you do, don’t expect me to remember tomorrow what you might try to teach me today.

It’s just not gonna happen.

Please welcome to the world, Emmet Gray Faulkner Hart, born 2008-05-03 at 4:06 pm.

Baby and momma are doing wonderfully (Dad survived too.)

More pics will be posted to the forum for Family & Friends to view. Email me if you need an account!

Don’t you hate a countdown? The anticipation (if it’s for something good) can be almost annoying.

You know what’s worse?

How about a countdown that’s interminable? The clock keeps ticking but, at any moment, may drop to zero.

That’s what we’re dealing with now at home. Cross your fingers and stay tuned!

Oh, and to my family and friends, if you do not have an account to the forums on rowjimmy.com, drop me a message and I’ll set one up so that you’ll be able to see all of the glorious photos.

I’m going to break form today and get personal so, watch out! If you know me well, I’ve probably already told you this and, if I haven’t, I’m sorry. Keep reading for the full scoop.

We’re having a baby!

Above is the first sonogram picture, taken Oct. 3, 2007 at nearly 10 weeks.

Now, if you are good with math and calendars, you know that we’re due on May 1. We’re crazy excited and so are our girls and extended family. A couple months later (December 7), we went to a doctor with a better machine for some more pictures. Here are a couple more shots:

This, we knew, would be our chance to find out the gender of our child. Last time, we didn’t find out early and the anticipation nearly killed me. This time, Amy still didn’t want to know. After much pleading on my part, however, she relented.

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