Friday, July 25, 2008

blossom

I went to work the other day and when I returned home a mere eight hours later, Morgaine had grown.

There were stories that I'd heard about how the body of a mother-to-be can change in a matter of hours but I didn't really believe it. I figured it was an exaggeration.

Turns out it's not: When I left for work that day Morgaine was pregnant to be sure, but not so pregnant that someone would readily give up their seat on the bus for her. And it was still easy for me to forget for a moment that there was already another member of our family getting ready to join us.

But by the evening Morgaine had simply blossomed. She was obviously holding our child in her beautiful, and now rather round, belly. It is no longer a belly that disappears under certain clothing. And so now I have an ever-present reminder of this incredible thing that's happening in my life right now and I'm filled with the constant wonder of what's to come...

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

in defence of smoking jackets

I have recently taken some flak for owning a smoking jacket.

But this is not just any old smoking jacket -- it's my Opa's velvet smoking jacket. And this is how I came to own it. After my Opa died, I was asked if there was anything that I wanted of his. I wanted his books. Not all of his books, just a couple of Solzhenitsyn novels that he loved.

But the books were gone; they had disappeared quickly as things tend to do after one dies. (I was already well aware of this phenomenon as years earlier my Mom's glasses had disappeared from the hospital immediately upon her death.) Anyway, I couldn't think of anything else of my Opa's that I really wanted. I mean, the welding equipment was pretty darn cool but not very practical.

A few months after he died, I visited my Oma in Winnipeg. She was going to be moving to a smaller suite soon and wanted to know if there was anything that was left of my Opa's that I wanted to take back to Vancouver. I said no but she showed me to his closet anyway. There were a few suits of a vintage not yet old enough to be stylish. That was it. And then my Oma pulled out this smoking jacket. Compared to the suits, it was luxurious: wine-coloured and velvety, with black trim and a subtly-striped silk lining. My Opa was a modest man and it didn't really seem his style. And to tell the truth I could only vaguely recall him ever wearing it. It still looked pretty new and only smelled a little bit like him -- the combined scent of brylcreem and drugstore aftershave. But that faint sign that he had worn it, even just occasionally, reminded me of his slicked back silver hair, his More's cigarillos, his rough stubble against my cheek.

So I brought the smoking jacket home. Like my Opa, I rarely wear it. I'm sure there have been a few parties for which it would have been quite appropriate, but to wear it for fun or for show seems disrespectful. And so it hangs in the back of my closet where every once in a while I rest my face against it and remember him. It doesn't smell like him anymore, but I can still remember the smell. It was a good smell.

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

photo day

Morgaine and I had a photo day.

It occurs to me that many of you don't really know what Morgaine looks like; there just aren't very many pictures of her floating around in the world. I guess that's the curse of being a photographer -- you always end up behind the camera.

But not this time. Here she is folks: the lovely, the amazing, the one and only... Morgaine!

Morgaine pic

I think she's fabulous.

(All this and talent too... she also took my new profile pic.)

Friday, July 18, 2008

mole man

Ever since I was a kid, I knew that moles had deadly potential. So when my mole started changing, I ignored it because it could be cancer. I figured if I didn't pay any attention to it, it would simply go away.

Well, it didn't go away. It got bigger and uglier. It grew and grew until it was irresponsible of me to ignore it any longer. So I went to the doctor. She took one look and said it was nothing to worry about. Nothing, I thought, how is that possible? It's hideous! She went on to explain it like this: As we age, our moles grow and change shape and consistency. They get harder and crustier. You know when you go to the beach and you see an old man with a huge, ugly mole on his back? It's like that.

That's right, I had an old man mole. She then said, If you like I can freeze it off for you.

I like,
I said, I definitely like.

Thursday, July 17, 2008

ubersound

Well we had the ultrasound appointment last Friday.

I know you want to hear all about it... and I've been wanting to tell you. I have to say, it's really something seeing our child moving around and being all wiggly before it's even born. Yup, we saw our baby. We saw hands and feet. It was a wonder.

So I've been wanting to tell you about this for days. The thing is, the entire process of becoming a parent has been impossible to describe in words. Sure, I can tell you that we saw our baby's hands and feet, that we saw our baby moving around, but that's just giving you facts. And I can tell you that it was all completely wonderful. But words like amazingincredible, wonderful just don't come near to how I feel. When I say this is wonderful, I am let down by the sound of the word escaping my mouth. Like I'm being cheated a little by having to use this limited language when what is happening is simply impossible to describe.

Well now, there's a word that works... indescribable.

Friday, July 11, 2008

freak out free

We have an ultrasound appointment today.

This will be the first time we've seen our baby since our initial ultrasound about three months ago. Back then our child looked a lot like a cashew. Or maybe a soybean. But today it will look like a fully formed human being. And for those of you who are going to ask: No, we will not be finding out the sex.

This has been such a wonderful experience so far. I am constantly amazed by the whole process. Sometimes I'll forget for just a moment that I'm going to be a dad then I'll look over at Morgaine, see her growing belly and think WOW. Every day of this has been a joy. And did I mention that I felt the baby kick for the first time last week? Yup, pretty darn amazing.

Men's responses to my impending fatherhood has been fascinating. There are several guys who have asked if I'm freaked out and are surprised when I say no. I think that it has become an expected, and somewhat superficial, response for a man to be 'freaked out' by the idea of becoming a dad. So I've met a number of guys who are freaked out by the mere thought of it. They act all, Oh my God, my whole life is going to change! Meanwhile all I can think is, Sure it's going to change...

I can't wait!