Going Public

Another week gone. Man, if I thought time was going fast before, it is positively streaking by now. Nine months will have gone by before we know it, and yet I am already impatient. I want to meet the Bean. I want to start molding him or her into what we hope will be a little genius. I'm sure that this is what every parent hopes for in their child, but is that a bad thing? I just want him or her (man, I can't wait to know the sex so I can type "him" or "her") to have every possible opportunity.
So Margaret goes to the doctor tomorrow, and once she gets a clean bill of health, we'll basically begin telling the world. We've already told a few folks, but have decided to wait until after the doctor's appointment to send out a widespread broadcast. Margaret is beginning to get cravings, not for pickles and ice cream, but for turkey subs. We'll see how freaky the cravings get later on. I have already told her that I will go out, no matter what the hour, and find her what she is craving. Should be interesting.
Went to see Dennis DeYoung with the Charleston Symphony Orchestra this weekend. I figured it would be way cheesy, but it was actually quite good. But then I am a Styx geek from back in the day. I even got to meet the guy (that's him on the left...lol). Makes up for never actually seeing Styx. Found out that the company I'm with has health insurance that covers childbirth in the following manner: we pay a $10 co-pay for the first doctor's appointment, and the insurance company pays everything else. Rock on! That even covers post-natal stuff. Gotta love good health insurance. One less thing to fret about.