Yesterday was a month since Sarah took her last step. Well, that's a bit of an exaggeration, I guess. She walks back and forth from the bed to the couch to the bathroom quite a few times a day. And we have doctor appointments every Monday. And we go on wheelchair walks around the block once in a while, and even went to Walmart a couple weeks ago and put her on one of those little carts. It was fun. But the whole thing has certainly been taxing, even for me, and it can't compare to how she feels. But my wife is bedresting like a champion, and has already absolutely saved our son's life. She is a literal hero, and I miss being able to bask in her standing shadow. I find I really look forward to Mondays because we get to be out together for a few minutes, even if it is just the hospital.
While she's on bedrest, Sarah isn't allowed to cook or clean or ever stand up unnecessarily, so it's been a particularly busy time for me, though we have had some help. In all honesty, though, this experience is probably needed preparation for me prior to becoming a father. In a couple days or months, I'll have my partner back to full strength, but there'll be another little dude running around, and I'll be just as busy and tired as I am now. Forever. The easy life is past.
All this musing, though, brings me to my real point, which is that I made the tastiest omelet ever last night. I should have taken a picture of it--it's seriously the best thing I've created in some time. It was Sarah's idea to make one, because she knows how much I value a good omelet. And then I realized, one at a time, that we currently have in our kitchen every single ingredient necessary for the perfect one: eggs, cheddar, ham, onion, green pepper, garlic, ranch, and Tabasco. It was the perfect storm of omeleteering. On a normal day, we might literally have two of those ingredients, but never could I dream that all eight would occur at once. Man, that was fantastic.
Sweet fancy Moses. I just realized I still have enough of everything to make another one.
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I hope you can find time to make omelets once this new little dude is running around. You make it sound like a midget is coming to live with us.
"Sweet fancy Moses" may actually be the coolest thing I've ever read. Way to go, Jeff. You're a pro!
Well, I hope Sarah gets feeling better and some relief for both of you (sort of) when your midget comes to live with you.
Anyway, that brings me to the real purpose of my comment on your post: I couldn't help but to laugh when I saw that you used the phrase "sweet fancy Moses." Immediately the Elaine dance came to me.
Noel caught it. It is indeed a covert Seinfeld reference, though I wish I could claim it for myself.
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