An App For That

Jesus Christ there's an app for blogging? Sorry, didn't mean to take the lords name in vain there, for those of you that get offended by such things. But remember before how I said I could blog from my phone and I thought it was the most badass thing that humankind had come up with this far? Well now there's an actual app that I can type this nonsense up with. Pretty damn handy if you ask me.

I've attempted to insert a picture to this post here, but I'm not sure where it's going to put it. Well anyway, that's a picture of my activity for the past 24 hours. A dead computer and a good book from the library. I want to thank my good friend Tagan for the suggestion. It's actually a pretty good book, even though the thing started with a bunch of nonsensical explanations of characters that I wasn't entirely sure I needed to know about. At any rate, the book picked up a bit, even if it's still not clear what the plot is or what the purpose of this books existence is just yet. I'm nearly done with it, by the way.

I want to give a shutout to spellcheck, more specifically autocorrect. From the looks of things, I'm a perfect typer on this touchscreen, when in reality I'm pretty much just mashing my fat little fingers on the screen and somehow, this bastard knows what I mean. It's pretty incredible.

So, that's whats up. It's 3 in the morning and I'm blogging on my iPhone. I did not expect this to be my life at 28. Honestly, I've pounded this thing out faster than I wrote some posts on a traditional keyboard. Guess I am pretty good at this iPhone typing thing.

Posts About Babies: Required Reading

So I decided to go with Posts About Babies as the running title of the posts about the pregnancy. Why the hell not? No one suggested one, and I can't think of anything else, so go with that.

Last night, I almost lost a limb at the hand of a pregnant woman. Not that I felt that she would actually harm me, but I couldn't believe how quickly she turned on me. She was on the phone with her mother, and there was a dog on a couch cushion in between her and her glass of ice water. She politely asked me if I could get up and grab it for her, which I got up and did. When I grabbed the water glass off the table, I took a sip of it, and she ANGRILY whispered to me "Give me that water I'm really thirsty and all I want is that water."

Woah.

Where did that come from? One minute she was fine, next she was whisper-yelling at me. I suppose that happens with this pregnancy thing. According to my book, this is normal.

I got caught up on my book this morning, The Expectant Father. The book goes month by month, so that makes it easier to read because I only have to read a chapter a month. The thing is, it's not really telling me anything I couldn't have figured out myself at this point anyway. Basically it says "don't be an asshole, don't worry if you feel left out, try to stay involved and educated. Also, talk about stuff you are going through with your wife as well as with other people who've been through this already." Yeah, I got it. I do that. I'm that kind of person anyway. Though, I'll keep reading it, even if I don't really feel like I need to. It's not going to hurt anything, right? I'm sure I will some things from the book.

So that's what I deal with, getting whisper-yelled-at, and all in all, it's not bad for me. I feel really bad for my wife, because she is going though all this, and I just want her to feel good. There's nothing I can do about this, but according to the book, that's normal, and I will experience that feeling for a while. I guess I learned that. So that's good.