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I hate the "I'm sorry I haven't updated my blog" posts, but I'd like to point out that I actually do have a really good excuse (Pictured at left).

Anyway, my excuse loves to look at herself in the mirror while she's being changed. I'm not sure what she thinks she's looking at, because I don't think she really has that self-awareness. But any time she's awake, not eating, and not screaming, I'm happy, so at this point I don't care.

People keep telling me that the six week mark is where it all turns around and gets easier. We're almost at three weeks. I have to say that, while I love my daughter and still can't believe she's real, the first few weeks of parenting are hard. I wasn't really prepared for this. It's cool, though. At least I have a photo subject that doesn't (can't) run away.

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No, not the picture. That's clearly not my daughter. No, the wife was taking her to get her hearing tested and had some issues finding the place she had to go. The kid was fussing, so the wife turned on the radio, thinking she'd tune in a station that doesn't exist, and maybe the white noise would calm the kid down.

Well, the last time I was in the car, I was listening to Nine Inch Nails, and that came on instead of the radio.

Sure enough, the kid stopped crying right away. I think she might have fallen asleep.

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On the bright side, the kid met her great grandmother yesterday. She even behaved herself.

On the other hand, we are going to have to teach her that staying up until 2AM is moderately tolerable on the weekend, but highly frowned upon when Mommy has to take her to the doctor at 8AM the next day and Daddy has to go to work.

I'm back at work for the first time since the kid. It's not fun. She was up really late last night. The wife tried to get her down so I could sleep before work, but at 2AM she needed some help. The kid and I fell asleep on the couch sometime around 2:30, and here I am at work by 8:15. I have a two hour meeting at 9:30, and a shorter meeting at 1, and then I'm going home. So maybe five more hours.

On the bright side, it's a pretty amazing feeling to listen to her slow down from screaming to crying to sleeping while I'm bouncing her up and down and whispering in her ear. In the long run, I suspect that's what I'll remember, rather than the sleepless nights.

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Well, that was certainly an experience. At exactly 9AM Friday morning, Adelina Sheehy Renaut was born at the DC Developing Families Center in Northeast. It was pretty quick, as these things go - the wife went into labor around 7:15 PM Thursday, and we were at the birth center at 7:30 Friday. I'm not sure it felt so quick to her, though. The baby was 8 pounds, 2 ounces, and 21 1/2 inches long. I think she has my eyes.

We got a lot of puzzled looks from people when we told them we were doing a natural birth at a birthing center, with midwives instead of doctors. Not that I have anything to compare it to, but our experience was fantastic. Our doula, Heather Wilson, was amazing. I'm not sure I would have made it through the experience without her. A doula, for those that don't know and won't read the Wikipedia page, is basically a birth coach/assistant. She came to the house before we went to the birth center, and she sat with us and helped and gave advice and did everything you could possibly think of to make the experience easier for us.

Then she came with us to the birth center, and worked with the midwives as if they'd known each other for years. She's also responsible for most of the photos taken just after Addy (Addie?) was born.

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The birth center is really more like a hotel than a hospital. One of the frequent complaints I've heard from dads is that there is no place for the at the hospital. The best they can hope for is an uncomfortable chair. The birth center had a bed big enough for two, and also a great couch that I easily could have slept on if that had been necessary. It was a private room, with a private bathroom.

And the midwives never left us. It wasn't like a hospital doctor, who might check in now and again. At least one of our midwives, Sierra and Lisa, was there every moment until they gave us some time alone after the baby was born. And even then, Sierra was just down the hall, available whenever we needed her.

And they never took her out of the room. The first time Addy left the room where she was born was when she left with us to come home around 7:30PM (Much earlier than they would have let us leave if we were at the hospital).

So, all that to say, if you're having a baby, or planning to have one soon, and don't think there are options besides the hospital, there are. Check out the birth center. Talk to a doula.

It's pretty crazy, being a dad. I look at her and still have a hard time believing she's my daughter. But she's pretty amazing.

No baby yet. I am becoming increasingly worried that we will have a baby born on September 11th. I mean, that wouldn't be the end of the world, and it would attach a nice thing to that unfortunate date, but it really isn't my first choice of birthdays for the kid.

In any event, a friend told me yesterday that, if the baby is born tomorrow, we have to name it Never Forget. Or Rudy Bush. I was thinking, though, that if it was a girl we could probably get away with Neverina Forget. That has kind of a nice ring to it, huh? Or maybe Giuliana Bush.

Edit to add: Another friend suggested FREEDOM GLORY. I like the all-caps. That means the baby will be forceful and confident. Feel free to add your own 9/11 baby name suggestions in the comments. If one of them makes me fall on the floor laughing, I promise to name the baby that.

Thankfully, the wife will certainly veto this.

The official due date has come and gone, and the house is still baby-free. That's okay, because it's perfectly normal for first-time mothers to be late.

However, it's not okay, because the wife would really like to be done with this whole pregnancy thing. And I'd really like to meet our kid.

We're not quite at the "spicy food and pineapple" stage, or any of the other crazy techniques to entice the kid to come out.

For all you parents out there - did you do anything to get the kid to come out? I'd especially like to hear things that 1) worked and 2) are fun for me. Like, if you went out to a really nice dinner, maybe? Or I really like the suggestion that pregnant women should clean the floor on their hands and knees because it's a good position to relieve pain from carrying the baby.

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The baby has not yet arrived. The official due date is tomorrow, so that's not exactly a surprise, but believe me when I tell you that the wife is ready. I'm pretty ready, too.

What has arrived, though, is a big package of onesies from the wife's family. Pictured here is the creation of one of the baby's uncles-to-be. Please excuse the trademark-infringement. It really is the sincerest form of flattery. And Bell's doesn't actually sell onesies, so he's not taking away a sale.

The Bell's Octoberfest, by the way, is quite nice. I recommend you try it if it's available in your area.

And if you work for Bell's and are reading this because it showed up on your traffic logs, why not offer onesies? I can't speak for everyone, but we'd definitely buy some.

Have you ever ridden in an elevator with a little TV screen provided by The Captivate Network? There's one in the elevator at my office. I like to watch because it makes me forget that I'm in an elevator (As faithful readers know, I hate elevators). It also occasionally has some interesting things, like little news tidbits and weather.

Today, I was coming back from lunch, and the screen showed a "gadget review". They mentioned a 32" Samsung HD TV. They mentioned that it was perfect for any dorm room.

At the bottom was the price. $850.

What college student could possibly need an $850 television in his/her dorm? Do you know how big the TV was in my college dorm? 13 inches. And I turned out just fine.

Seriously, parents, if you buy your college student an $850 TV, you are a bad parent. College is about being poor and trying to hook up with as many people as possible. If you're spending a lot of time in your room watching a huge TV, you're doing it wrong.

The wife was sitting on the couch just now, so I thought it would be a good time to go have a little chat with our unborn child. I had been reading to it now and then. It is said that a story that the baby hears over and over before it's born will have a calming effect on the baby once it comes out.

But I've been slacking a little in my reading. So I offered to read the baby a story tonight. I offered again, asking it to move if it wanted a story.

It kicked me in the nose! The baby clearly wants a story tonight. And a story it shall get!