Hello World.
We went over the translation of chapter 3 today. Pao has also translated chapter 4, and I'll be looking at that soon.
Tomorrow we go to the doc to get an official pregnancy test done. Of course, we have already obtained a carseat and a crib frame secondhand for $100 total: a good deal, considering how nice the stuff is and what good condition it's in. It's all thanks to the Nova Mafia, who have also started talking to doctors about any possible healthcare hookups we might be able to get. (Several of my relatives work for Nova Southeastern University, which includes a medical school. I graduated from NSU and was myself an employee there until less than a year ago.) It's impossible to underestimate the value of supportive family members. The only way a wayward son like me gets this far is via a network of much more rational people who lovingly point him in the right direction when necessary (and give him copious amounts of food at regular intervals).
Lots on my mind, but I'm having trouble writing at the moment. There are so many emotions to work through, emotions that were always there in one way or another but are being forced out into the open more often now. It's late. I'm going to go to bed for now.
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And I'm back, two days later.
My body is tired, but my mind is restless, so Pao suggested I continue this blog post, as I've been meaning to do. Gotta put my money where my mouth is.
Last week was very good, especially Saturday. People have been buying us meals left and right. Historically I have always been the mooch in my group of friends from high school, and try as I might to reclaim my honor, my destiny reasserts itself time and time again. Oh well, I'll pay them back eventually by having my kid babysit their kids. I'm quite the trailblazer. I'm the first of all my friends, save two, to get married, and as far as I know, I'll be the first into fatherhood.
Giving everyone the news was great fun. My friends were both more shocked and more positively happy for me than when I revealed my engagement to them a few short years ago.
It was less fun for Pao though, as all her friends are back in Colombia. Sunday was a hard day. It ended well, but as you've seen, I was too emotionally exhausted to write much on Sunday night. You see, Pao is only here on this continent because of me. She came here to learn English in order to supplement her Bachelor's degree, and fully intended to leave once her stated mission was completed. When I met her, however, I did what all American white boys do best when they discover an amazing foreign girl: I stole her for the U. S. of A.
She loves me, loves me enough to have given up her upper-middleclass metropolitan life in Bogota where she was surrounded by literally dozens of friends and cousins so she could live here in the scorched suburbs of South Florida where I constitute 90% of her companionship. I've been to Colombia three times since meeting her, and I love it there. That she chooses every day to stay here with me is a wonder. It makes me feel doubly responsible for her happiness, but at the same time so helpless. Even being the best husband I can be, I can't replace 40+ good friends.
So yeah, Sunday was a hard day. A lot of factors came into play, including me being too hard on myself and not realizing that Pao's new hormone cocktail is going to pack some more punch into her moods for the next eight months. We talked about it, which is the always necessary and beneficial resolution to such situations. And now, I just pray to not be such an idiot sometimes. It's going to take a miracle.
The appointment with the doc yesterday went fantastically. She's a friend of the family, and so has our best interests at heart both medically and financially. She answered a lot of questions for us, and we walked away immensely more at ease about everything.
I think I've brought this post up to a satisfactory word count now. Here's hoping that next Sunday finds me garrulous, and well-rested.
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