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Axel, 2012

Went for coffee this morning at Toby's Estate. Axel decided he was not at all tired and wanted to join in on the chat. Until he passed out on his papa's hand.

There was road work outside, and every time the door opened, Axel's head snapped up in surprise at the noise of the jackhammers. About three seconds after it shut, he passed out again. Like a tiny exhausted Jack in the Box. These are the small, everyday things that crack up his overly-caffeinated parents.

32 Weeks

32 weeks

Not sure what's going on with the wind this morning but there you go.

The bump is growing, as is the boy. I am still hovering somewhere between 12/13 pounds above my starting point. And itching to get back to my more intense workouts. Pounding weights or running seems a bit much right now but I do really miss the endorphin rush you get from serious exertion (I do not count getting winded on the subway stairs as an endorphin rush, for the record.)

Am I in the home stretch? I don't even know. I do know that it will be a busy 8 weeks as we finally have a moving date: June 30th, and are gearing up for a trip to Vermont at the 36 week mark for a family wedding. So I am sure it will race by.

Williamsburg, 2012

We have been failing on the "date" front, and miserably. It just seems like life is a little hectic at the moment and something (often something fun, but even so) always gets in the way. Fortunately we made up for it this morning with breakfast at Toby's.

Meanwhile...missing oysters, gin, running, my bladder at normal capacity.


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Toby's Estate, Williamsburg, 2012

I should be using my second trimester energy to go on some kind of frenzied nesting spree, clearing out drawers and closets that will need to be tackled (um, why do we own multiple cat leashes?) before we move.

Instead, I've been skulking around local spots like Toby's Estate, consuming more grilled cheese (with cornichons!), people watching, and reading Triumph of the City, which is great, assuming you are a cityphile.

I also just finished Crawling: A Father's First Year, which I bought as a gift for Will at McNally Jackson, one of my favorite New York bookstores. It's Elisha Cooper's memoir of the first year of his daughter's life, and it's a funny, poignant, cool peer into the male psyche on what it feels like to become a dad. A lot of it is based in Berkeley, which seems to have a great deal in common with Williamsburg. I guess powering through books is as good a use of my time as any?