Pregnant Date

It is Friday night and I have a date with Meesh.  What are we doing you ask?  Well, don't get wicked jealous but we are taking the dogs for a long walk around the neighborhood.  Good for the circulation.  Then we will probably have a bite at home.  Get into bed.  Meesh will wrap herself in her lifesize, U shaped preg pillow and I will make advances and while I am extending my hand to her proper parts the baby will kick, knocking my hand away.  I will go it again only to be stopped at the pass by the two pups.  I will then say fuck it, grab her boobs and say eee-rrr eee-rrr eee-rrr (I would never actually say eee-rrr but I had to jot it down because this Asian girl I met last night said eee-rrr in response to everything I said.  She would clench her fists and cartoonishly put them over her eyes and flex the fists back and forth whilst saying eee-rrr eee-rrr.  I said "my wife is pregnant."  She said "Eee-rrr eee-rrr."  I said "I am going east for the holidays."  She said...well you know what she said.  Worst part is she thought she was funny. I...did not.)

Pregzeltov

I was about to get something zapped off of my face at the dermatologist when my phone rang.  It was someone who helped me and Meesh a while back (by help I mean guided...by guided I mean talked to...by talked to I mean mentored...get it?)

He said "Mazelpreg!"  Yes...he's Catholic.  As Catholic as the Catskills and my Rabbi.

He heard that we are having...err again...that Meesh is having a baby.  Fuck it, that we are HAVING a baby.  And he was very excited for us.  We talked.  I hung up.  Got my "spot" burned off of my face.  Ever had that done?  Well this guy just threw the goggles over my eyes and started burning my cheek.  No warning.  Fucking killed!  I hate him.

When I got in my car (prius...mind your levels) I was two things:  burning and smiling...fun combo.  I was reflective.  The Mazelpreg man who had walked us through a rough patch had heard through a grapevine that we were bringing a baby into this world.  Into a world, especially now, so wrapped in pain.  A world that can tear so many things apart and has.  And I've never been more...okay.  Don't get me wrong, things are crumbling around me.  Some of my own things.  However, the euphoria and bliss of my real life are truly overwhelming anything awful.  I see Meesh.  We cook dinner.  Us Jews listen to Christmas music round the clock (I begged for a tree years back and Meesh thought it would confuse things (double parenthesis here, what things?  It has been the dogs and us.  I know I'm Jewish.  She certainly knows she is Jewish, just ask her Menorah collection) so we did not get a Christmas tree but she did buy me 15 boxes of twinkle lights and she asked me to download a ton of X-Mas music so I have a good sense that a tree this way will come in time) and our dogs run around and then they tire and lay on Meesh's belly.  Knowing that there is something living in that belly.  They lay there as soldiers waiting to attack any wrong hand that dare touch the expanding stomach.

So yes, the economy is collapsing and we are in a universal rut and heartache is finding its way to us all...but I am choosing to drink the cool-aid of...here it comes...HOPE!

So, to any of you out there pregnant, not pregnant, pregnant with ideas, inspiration, possibility...PREGZELTOV!!