Baby, it’s cold outside

The end of a vacation is always bitter sweet. While I’m happy to be home, it was 80 when we left and now it’s cold and snowy. And I have to go back to work tomorrow. Bleh. I’ll update with some more details of our adventures later this week, but you are all here today for the big news.

The rumors are true, Becky is pregnant and Elvis is the father.

Er, okay, maybe that’s not totally true, but she is pregnant. Now before you start doing the math and wondering if that’s the reason we got married, no its not. We’re excited and certainly hoping it all turns out well. But speaking for myself at least I’m scared out of my gourd. It certainly didn’t help that we saw some of the worst parenting ever on display at Disney World, but it was nice to know we’re both on the same page as far as how we want to raise our kids.

The thing I’m most afraid of isn’t screwing up the kid, or anything like that, I’m afraid that all of this is going to hurt my writing. How awful is that? But I’m very lucky that Becky is supportive of my writing and I’ve gt friends and colleagues who will keep me accountable and make sure I don’t  fall off the face of the planet writing-wise.

The baby is due in September and I’ll be keeping you all updated as things progress and I’ll leave you with the first baby pictures.