The past couple of days, I've hardly been able to contain myself about our upcoming move to Vancouver. I've been scrambling to try and put together some kind of job out there, and no progress on that front yet, but the excitement just trumps any worry. The fact is, I believe things will work out if I keep putting in the effort. They always have before, and why would that change now?
I also realized last night I tend to base decisions on intuition rather than specifics. Before you say "ugh, hippie", I'd like to point out a key argument from Malcolm Gladwell's Blink: Experts calculate a huge number of variables and details subconsciously when they make snap decisions, and in many cases tend to make better decisions than when they reason things out specifically. I can confirm this from experience: my decision making (and communication) track-record actually tends to be abysmal when I get too involved in details. It's pretty decent otherwise.
God, but enough about me. The other reason I've been floating several inches above the ground for the past few days is that we go for out 5-month ultrasound tomorrow, and I can't wait to see how much the baby's grown since last time we saw it. As I mentioned the other day, it's somewhere around 10 inches from head to toe. We're also going to find out the sex tomorrow, which is, for lack of a better phrase, fucking bonkers. No longer will I have to do the "he or she" dance I've been grooving to for the past five months. I'm totally hip to the sex does not equal gender thing, but pronoun-neutral sentence constructions are just awks.
That also means that Lis and I will know the name tomorrow, though you'll have to wait until the big day to find that one out. I get a little overwhelmed when I ponder it too closely. It's crazy to have one version of the baby disappear and the other take centre stage. Until this point it's pretty much been Schroedinger's baby. Life is so weird. I love it. Did I mention that at all in this post? I feel like I must have.
If I'm not too lazy and/or busy tomorrow, I'll scan and post some photos from the ultrasound. Until then, rock on.
I also realized last night I tend to base decisions on intuition rather than specifics. Before you say "ugh, hippie", I'd like to point out a key argument from Malcolm Gladwell's Blink: Experts calculate a huge number of variables and details subconsciously when they make snap decisions, and in many cases tend to make better decisions than when they reason things out specifically. I can confirm this from experience: my decision making (and communication) track-record actually tends to be abysmal when I get too involved in details. It's pretty decent otherwise.
God, but enough about me. The other reason I've been floating several inches above the ground for the past few days is that we go for out 5-month ultrasound tomorrow, and I can't wait to see how much the baby's grown since last time we saw it. As I mentioned the other day, it's somewhere around 10 inches from head to toe. We're also going to find out the sex tomorrow, which is, for lack of a better phrase, fucking bonkers. No longer will I have to do the "he or she" dance I've been grooving to for the past five months. I'm totally hip to the sex does not equal gender thing, but pronoun-neutral sentence constructions are just awks.
That also means that Lis and I will know the name tomorrow, though you'll have to wait until the big day to find that one out. I get a little overwhelmed when I ponder it too closely. It's crazy to have one version of the baby disappear and the other take centre stage. Until this point it's pretty much been Schroedinger's baby. Life is so weird. I love it. Did I mention that at all in this post? I feel like I must have.
If I'm not too lazy and/or busy tomorrow, I'll scan and post some photos from the ultrasound. Until then, rock on.
RSS Feed
