And so the commuting begins...

PRISON CELL

Well, the ordeal of pregnancy is finished.
Or, is it?
Well, actually, no, it isn't.

There's a lame custom here that most adhere to.
It is simply this:

For the first month of the newborn baby's life, both he/she and his/her's mother must stay confined to the house.

That means, no shopping, no movie renting, no walks, no fresh air, no breathing at all. I know one thing for sure, my wife will kill everyone while stir crazy.

This also means that she is staying in her hometown, three hours away. That means I see my son only once a week, and I have to spend ungodly money to go see him and my wife. She's already been gone for a month.

GHOST TOWN
Yes, a whole month already, and I miss her, AND Nolan desperately. And every time I walk through my apartment, I am reminded why we chose this place. It would be a decent place to raise a kid.

So here I am, lonely and surround by reminders of my wife and child.
There's the crib. *sigh*
There's the stroller. *sigh*
There are the pictures. *collapse*

Anyway, tomorrow's my first weekend with the squirt.

I feel like a divorced dad.