First fear diapers 2nd fear....

Boy or girl? Wow what a big date coming up on the 6th of Jan. If its a boy i will have to invest heavily into some hardcore beating sticks etc to keep him in line. I mean one, its my son and i wasnt exactly the easiest little boy to keep in line. 2) we are naming him "Cash Davidson" No middle name, just bad ass Cash Davidson. I cant imagine him being an artsy well behaved kid, but more a hellion who i am on a first name basis with his teachers and 13 yo girls refusing to babysit......


.....speaking of 13yo girls JFC if its a girl. Obv some big fears there and i will quote Bill Simmons since i think he summed it up really well, "when she's in the ninth grade, I can't have some senior showing up with a Gasol beard, a USC hat and an SUV shaking my hand and saying that they're 'just going out for a bite to eat,' only he's going to have that barely perceptible, 'I've felt your daughter's boobs before, and I'm going to do it again tonight' smirk on his face, followed by me stabbing him to death and serving the mandatory sentence" So it is safe to say i will be stockpiling pump action shotguns if its a girl. We have also already picked her name out and it would be "Katy Marie Davidson" 


I am honestly really happy, nervous, excited no matter what the gender is. There is pros and cons to both. The cons ive mentioned but the pros of a boy are obvious with sports, carrying on the family name, etc. And if its a girl i could still do some participating in girly sports (i.e. soccer) and at the same time i would never have to discipline her and make sure she knows that shes not allowed to talk to boys until shes at least 25. 


I have another blog ready to write but ill wait awhile as it will be just as relevant in a few weeks as it is now. And i keep thinking of some things from time to time but by the time im home i forget the topic so i will start writing those down. 


Uhhhhhhhhh christmas was great and "Pat" made out awesome with a swing, some stuffed animals, blankets, a rocking chair, and some other stuff. Lindy and i did alright too but most important is we spent it together and lived within our tax bracket. Oh and we took our first annual family pics which was actually pretty grown up and fun of us. 


See yall soon with the gender results

ahhhhhpoop

A couple of statements. Babies are cute. Babies need diapers changed. The writer of this blog HATES poop. I almost gagged just writing that last statement. My parents joke that when i was a baby i would make this stink face when i was.....well, when i was shitting myself in my diaper. Any time i come in contact with poop of any kind i gag and near throw up. One of my biggest concerns about having a baby has always been whether i was going to be expected to change poopy diapers.

As the thought of being just weeks away from having a baby creep in i have gradually come to terms with a couple things
1) i most likely will have to change poop diapers
2) it might not be that bad (yes ive sort of bought into the "when its ur child" bs)
3) YUCK!!!! Im going to have to change poopy diapers.

Hey, its progress. I mean a couple years of dealing with poo....UGH FINE, whatever! Now being an only child and not really remembering back to when i was 2 or 3 i never really knew the details of potty training. Ok for the first 2 years or so a child is in diapers, i got that. Then you teach them to use their own little toilet....i forgot about that to be honest but yeah ok. Sick that i have to empty that out but hey at least I'm not wiping poop butt anymore amirite....

Well it turns out i am not right at all! Apparently my wife has known all along and none of my friends bothered to tell me, when ur kid starts using the toilet.....YOU STILL HAVE TO WIPE THEIR BUTT!!!!! YUCK! I cannot believe what i have signed up for here.

At first sure, whatever little baby poo and from what i read it doesnt even smell bad until they go on solid foods, but after that gag, yuck, gross! I have to reference back to Louis CK here who addressed my fear head on that once your child starts eating solid foods it doesnt poo, it CRAPS!


(Go to 1:40 in if you want to skim right through)


And apparently even after you teach your kid to go to the bathroom, they are still not capable of wiping their own butt. So guess who gets to.....ME!

Seriously my mind was blown over this.

Other than this realization nothing really significant has happened on the baby front and thus why i have not written an update in awhile. We are officially 14 days away from gender determination which will be huge. And we have a few things left to get the baby like a swing, and i dont know really because to be honest....we have a crib, some diapers, a car seat, a stroller and i just kind of think the rest is details.

So ill try to post more random thoughts on baby stuff when it comes up but this should really take off after we have the baby.

Thanx for reading about poop

Ahhhhhgonnabewipingbuttsfortherestofmylife

$h!t$ getting real son.....or daughter

You know this entire last 6 months feels very surreal. Sometimes i have to take a breath and go "wow, ur married bro." And from the first day of us realizing Lindy is pregnant its been almost like a joke. I still remember i was handling my bidness in the bathroom came out and Lindy had handled some bigger bizness in the other bathroom as she was standing outside our bedroom door holding a positive pregnancy test stick. I realized what it was, but i had something to say so i say "yeah, yeah hold on a second" and i continued with my thought. Lindy was shocked and then it kinda kicked in and we did the whole "lets hug and be happy married people finding out they are pregnant thing"

At the time and really most of the time now it feels like were joking when we talking about there being a baby on the way and etc, but whenever we acquire a new piece of baby stuff it just gets more and more real. Or like sometimes ill be thinking about some bs and it will hit me like "hey dummy! In 5 and 1/2 months you're gonna have a baby in that crib:

Big thanx to Lindy's Mom and Dad for the crib

Or like when we told people a few months ago all we wanted for christmas was baby stuff off the registry and then last week when we got two UPS packages and opened em up and BOOM!!! Baby got more real:

Big thanx to my mom for these two nice gifts

And now today we got paid and had some extra money so we went out and got the mattress that was in the crib and this bad boy:

Every step of the way the reality of a baby on the way fades in and out for me. I guess its more real for Lindy cuz shes feeling it move and its always there but for me its not until moments like these where i go "OMG! There is a baby on the way!!!!" We both have come a long way in a short short short amount of time as a couple and as individuals and i think we will both be up to the challenges ahead. We are reading every baby raising book we get our hands on, were making a lot of smart financial decisions, and were doing little things like stocking up on diapers 6 months ahead of time and getting all the big ticket items done ahead of time.

Were both still slacking on the gym thing which we need to do to get in shape obviously but also because its supposed to make labor easier for Lindy and its supposed to be beneficial for the baby as well. But if that is our biggest worry at this point then id say we are off to a great start. 

January 6th is our gender determination date and it cant get here soon enough.

Adios for now

We're pregnant....

No literally we both are pregnant. Or it feels that way when i look in the mirror lately. See heres the thing, I LOVE food. I love it more than most people. Im convinced of this because when i take people to eat at places its always bomb, and when i go with people to their favorite places, its a coin flip. Most people just dont know what good food is, so they  obviously dont like it as much as i do. I like it all too, salty, sweet, ethnic, meat and potatoes, u name it, if its cooked well i like it.

Now throughout my life ive had some fluctuations with weight. Nothing too serious, ive always been a gym rat and when i went on these eating binges i always had the gym to keep me in check and then when i realized i was eating everything in sight i could slow down and lose the weight pretty quickly. I have pretty good self control most of the time. But ever since Lindy got pregnant and shes eating all this good tasting food i cant help it but to have some with her. The problem is, with our move and as hectic as everything has been, i havent had a gym membership......ok ok thats a cop out, i havent had a gym membership for like 6 weeks, i havent been to the gym for like 6 months because well, because i havent felt like damn going, and ive been too busy eating taco bell.

In the 6 months ive known Lindy i have gained 35 pounds.....35 POUNDS in 6 months. Do you know how long its going to take me to lose that back? JFC, if I keep up this pace then i will start to look like the movie character from this amazing and timeless classic

I always knew that i would be the husband that gained the "sympathy weight" with my wife. There was never any doubt in my mind because i love food so much. But this much? This quick? Its time to slow down. Within the next week its back to the gym for me and Lindy. She obviously wont be doing anything strenuous but from what ive read a little exercise while pregnant is very beneficial to Pat and supposed to make labor easier for Lindy. Not to mention make it a little more obvious which one of us is pregnant.

The one positive is, thank god its hoodie season!

Pat! You better be worth it you lil non gender determined fetus you!

Oh hai there

You might remember me from such blogs as ahhhhhsht look whos blogging or frequent guest spots on The Rant. I have also been contributing to a blog that shall remain nameless in an attempt to become "ahhhhhsht super geek"

When i started my poker blog i started with a basic introduction of my poker life, followed by some strat focus, and then drifted into scantily dressed asians, debauchery, and more scantily dressed asians. It only seems fitting then that i start this blog with a basic life story. I highly doubt that this blog with go the way of scantily dressed asians though. So without further delay *deep breath*

My life story! Most kids growing up wanted to be a doctor, or a lawyer, or some other prestigious career that only a few would go on to become. I realized at a young age that what i would like to do was absolutely nothing. I wanted to get paid to do nothing. Now at 28 going on 29 i still am not 100% i want to be this but i am currently 1/2 way thru getting a BA and will be settling down in business finance to support my newly born family.

So while i may not have always had a career i wanted, I always knew I wanted the family life. I wanted the house, the cars, the dog, the wife, the kids (in about that order). But life goes fast. The laziness i had in elementary school followed me into Jr High and High School. Before i knew it my life was literally spiraling out of control and i was only 17. I was dropped out, had no ambition except "make money", and had never been taken seriously by any girl i "talked" with. One morning at about 415am waiting for a friend at the army recruiters so that we could go play free laser tag,  i opened my eyes and came to a logical conclusion with a little assistance from a substance that was "frying" my brain; I need to become all that i can be. And with that i went back to school, graduated a semester later (super senior ftw) and enlisted in the army.

Life on track, somehow i ended up in vegas at 23 years young. I did ok in the army. Had some setbacks because of a temper problem but overall i did pretty good. Still like i said, i decided it wasnt a career i could see myself doing for 20 years and got out. A big reason for getting out was that i still wanted the dream of family, house, etc, and the army really doesnt offer that. (especially as our politicians are seeing more and more fit to turn the middle class into a militia that fights on multiple fronts non-stop.....i think i will be doing some opinionated ranting on multiple topics on this blog). But moving on

I landed in vegas with a good job, a serious gf, and a nice nest egg that i had saved from the army. Well to speed through that stage of my life. The next four years went something like this, hate job, chase dream of playing poker, relationship and buying a house at the peak of the real estate bubble blow up in my face, enroll in school, continue grinding poker and plan to do this for 4 years and then

Literally within 2 weeks i went from single poker player/student to married....poker player/student. Except one thing happened that had a big impact on me. I lost all motivation to play poker. I didnt want to chase the dream anymore. I never made it big and i hadnt been as happy about myself, my life, anything as i was with my wife. So i cashed out everything i had and started looking for work in vegas.

Now i havent really come out and said this but, my wife (lindy is her name) and i were unemployed, living with  roommates, had known each other for less than 2 months and we talked it over and decided we should try to have a baby. No joke, we had a discussion and the two of us decided a baby was what was a good idea. So she came off the pill. Things at the residence were getting shitty, the job hunt was going even shittier, and funds were starting to run low. So i called up my dad and asked if we could stay with him while we looked for jobs in.....MADISON WISCONSIN.

Now hold on, in less than 2 months i had went from single, borderline insane, full time gambler/student in las vegas, to married, calming down, planning a child, job hunting guy/student, living in middle america??? Life, ya got me again. No way could i have seen this coming.

While packing up our stuff and having a lot of....coitus, lindy and i had some talks that went like "should we get back on the pill? Nah, i mean worst case you get pregnant now and we deal with it while we job hunt in wisconsin, but more than likely (according to our research) it will take 3-6 months minimum and that will be about perfect." Well Lindy had been off the pill 3 weeks and, uh oh, she was late. She peed on a couple sticks and uh oh

DAMN U GOOGLE!!!! 3 to  6 months huh? GG internet research@!@#!@!@!

But seriously, despite it being at the least positive end timing wise, i was excited from day 1. I guess add "father" to the list of changes in that 2 month list. I mean seriously what a roller coaster right?

So we left vegas and are driving in utah at night when all of a sudden, while going 85mph, in the middle of the fucking highway was a dumbshit dear carcass. I swerved and hit the brakes, the car spun out of control, to the best of my memory i did a pretty good job turning into the spin etc. I kept the car on the highway, immediately look over to Lindy ask is shes ok, she asks the same, we both were. As a side note here up until this point in my life i had almost NEVER worn a seatbelt, for some reason i was at the moment, and i now do. I still disagree with it being a law, but i now choose to wear my seatbelt. So, Lindy was OK, i was OK, and our unborn baby (Pat is what we are calling it until gender results are in) was ok. Whew, we continued our life changing journey and just stopped driving at night. It really drove home this louis ck bit:



We got to my Dad's in Wisconsin and found our jobs within a week of being there. Within a month we moved into our own apartment. We are on state healthcare, which is awesome and further proof that we are idiots for not pushing for state run healthcare systems. And before i get negative feedback from my 0 followers, yes i would gladly pay more taxes so that nobody has to worry about the bill to be paid for one's health and well being. Lindy and i both work at the same place, the same shifts, the same days off, and somehow were still not sick of each other.

Things are really going great, and i wanted to start this blog sooner but ive procrastinated a bit, and as you can see....IVE BEEN DAMN BUSY! But with things settling down, i figure wtf lets give it a go and start a new blog. We are in week 15 now, all checkups have went very well, 1 in 20,000 chance it has downs or a couple other worrisome defects, now were trying to dodge some genetic things that could affect Pat, but nothing that would make us "terminate" so that is good.

And ill finish this entry with a pic of pregnant as can be wife:

and 13 week Pat:

Hope that wasnt tldr

OH BABY!

Ahhhhhsht