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  matt's weblog . . .: November 2005

Saturday, November 26, 2005

i'm a daddy . . .

We're all really quite tired right now, so I'm going to have to keep this brief (although, as tramatic an event as it was for me, my experience was like a day at the beach compared to Steph's). Jacob William Van Dyk was born on November 23, 2005 at 11:13 PM (47 minutes before Thanksgiving -- what a thing to be thankful for). He weighed 8 pounds, 15 ounces, and was 21-1/2" long when he was born. We all came home yesterday, and he promptly (as in, within 5 minutes of getting in the door) peed all over the floor -- takes after his daddy, that kid. Anyway, things are going pretty well, although I am now beginning to understand why people characterize new parents as members of "the sleepless zombie club". It's a good thing that both Nana and Oma are so supportive. Anyway, I'll keep you posted, but right now I think I'm going to take a nap. Click here for more information, some pictures, and some video.

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

hello again . . .

Well, it's been a long time since I posted last; for that, I apologize. I apologize to my teamates and fans who have supported me, blah, blah, blah. Enough T.O. for crying out loud. As an aside, the Eagles are in serious trouble. I've got $10.00 that says they don't make the playoffs. Anyway, life has been outrageously hectic lately, what with the impending birth of my first child (and the related prepatory activities), work ramping up at year's end, and trying to organize the associates for the associate skits (not to mention the editing time not yet spent) -- a wise man once said that trying to organize a group of lawyers is akin to herding cats -- I'd agree.

Anyway, what prompts this post is two things. First, the fact that I haven't posted in so long that I'm starting to feel guilty (I don't really have any regular readers, yet I'm feeling guilty; to whom? the blog itself? that's disturbing, no?). Second, my child stuck its tongue out at its mother and I on Friday, and that was pretty cool. Of course, as some of you know, our first glimpse of our child was under somewhat inauspicious circumstances (early in the pregnancy, after a long flight home from Florida, Steph emerged from the bathroom with signs of a potentially very serious problem; everything turned out alright, and on the upside, we got to see our peanut-shaped and quarter-sized child through the miracle of ultrasound, but it put the fear of God in us; we also got to see greater downtown Valparaiso, Indiana; nice place). We got to see the child again on Friday (two weeks before s/he is due). As most of you with greater pregnancy experience know, unless you have a high-risk pregnancy (and we don't), this is unusual. Steph has been having semi-weekly Non-Stress Tests (NST) in order to watch her for Preclampsia (sp?). The idea is to watch the baby's heart rate, I think. Generally speaking, the baby's heart rate will have a "baseline" and will rise rapidly when it moves around, but it's not supposed to have dramatic "dips". Well, on her Friday NST, there were some dips that concerned the doctor enough that he sent us to the hospital for a Bio-Physical Profile (BPP). More or less, this is a composite score of readings from a longer and more in-depth NST and a fairly extensive ultrasound. This is a fairly common test in high-risk preganancy situations (as some of you know), but since we had had a relatively uneventful ride since the Valparaiso incident, we were, to put it mildly, a bit concerned. The NST at the hospital evidently looked fine. The ultrasound end of it was also fine (except for a failure on the "fetal breathing movements" score; but the doctors don't seem overly worried about that, so after some initial panic, neither are we), but it took forever. To keep us entertained, the ultrasound tech got some "face shots" (no small feat considering how crammed in there that kid is) and we got to see our child's face (we have some pictures too, although Steph has them somewhere). That was pretty cool, but the neatest part was watching him/her open and close her mouth (like a fish) and stick out his/her tongue. Anyway, that was pretty cool for us. We're in "final countdown" mode as tomorrow marks One Week To Go, so I'll hopefully get a post or two in before I'm a daddy, but if not, we'll see you on the flipside.

P.S. I promise I will post the Scott/PETA drama as soon as I get pdf's of the missives that started it all. You won't want to miss it.