The bun in Wanda’s oven has begun rising. To continue the baked goods references, I’ll mention that she’s bearing a striking resemblance to the Pillsbury Dough Boy, though unlike that jolly corporate mascot I’ve found poking Wanda in the belly doesn’t often result in a giggle so much as a slap to the side of my head.
Honestly, I think pregnancy looks great on her. Sure, she’s a bit more round than I’m used to, but how could I not look at the woman carrying our child and not think she’s the most wondrous thing in the world? She’s like some kind of walking miracle… not that she hasn’t always been one. And, let’s face it, Wanda is hotness incarnate. She could have a belly like Seth Rogen and she’d make it look good.
We talked about finding out whether it’s a boy or a girl, but after lengthy discussion we’ve decided we’d rather not know ahead of time. Maybe we’re overthinking it, but the world is full of prejudices and preconceptions, and we think it’d be nice if our child came into this world without any expectations on day one. Maybe it’s silly, but it’s what we’ve decided together.
Speaking of mysteries, a short while back I got a call from Peter Crockett asking if I’d mind if he came by for a visit. If you’ve been following along, you may recognize that name. He showed up at our birthday party and I couldn’t remember where I’d met him before.
The mysterious Mr. Crockett
I now know we met at Omniscience. When he told me he’d met me while he was doing a tour of the facility, I went back and look at my past entries here, and sure enough, there he was. I think I remember now having a discussion with him about genetics or something. I have no idea how he got my number, but he does know where I work and plenty of people there have it. Someone was probably a bit loose with my personal information.
Still, remembering where we’d met didn’t explain why he was suddenly asking to visit my home. He seemed like a friendly enough guy, though, and we geeks are a naturally curious sort, so I told him to come on by.
It was a nice enough afternoon. We chatted quite a bit about inconsequential stuff, Wanda made some terrific fish and chips, and we played a little cards. Peter and I had a few beers and talked about guy stuff like football and roofing materials. It was all very friendly, and by the end of the day I felt like I’d made a new friend.
Still, as the day came to its eventual end, I realized I still had no idea why Peter had wanted to visit. I finally just came right out and asked him.
You know, it’s the oddest thing, but I can’t for the life of my remember what the answer was. Must be all the beer.