: [re]gaining [un]consciousness {Tom}
Dec 22, 2012 19:32:24 GMT -5
Post by Danny on Dec 22, 2012 19:32:24 GMT -5
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We're having a boy.
To be honest, I'm relieved. I'm not saying I wouldn't be pleased with a girl, because as long as the baby's happy, I'm happy. It's just... girls are usually a lot more money. They tend to care more about their outward appearance, therefore buying as much clothes, jewelry or makeup as they can. Boys, however, they don't want as much. Or need as much, for that matter. Girls need all of those products that I'm still confused about. Well, the only thing boys need that girls don't are condoms. And trust me, after what I went through, I would be more than glad to buy my son condoms.
We haven't decided a name yet. I think I'm going to let her decide. After all, I did this to her and she's the one birthing him. But, if I got the choice, I think I'd name him Constantine. I supposed I just always favored that name. If I could, I would swap Nyklus for Constantine. Nyklus just sounds stupid... and it's spelled funny, too. Constantine Moalkis has a nice ring to it, right? I mean, if names were like puzzle pieces, Nyklus and Moalkis just don't go together. Like pickles and ice-cream. Unless, of course, you're pregnant. Like Morgaine. I've had no problem having to fetch a whole assortment of foods, ranging from cucumbers with chocolate sauce to simple granola bars. And most of the time, it's worth it, because I know she could never down these things if she wasn't pregnant but she is.
Today, I was ordered to pick up a book on parenting. Ya' know, for when the baby actually comes out? To be honest, I'm pretty clueless about what to do. I mean, I know you have to feed the baby... but what am I supposed to feed it? And how do I change a diaper? And how long should it sleep for everyday? See? These things are the reason why I'm not mad about this. The streets are quiet, but still crowded with people. I push and shove my way through the crowd until I found myself in front of the book store. I push open the doors and feel a burst of heat hit my face. This place is not new territory for me; I've been in here plenty of times. Just never for a reason so obscene. I got to the informational area, because that's where I thought it would be, but I can't tell how the books are organized. The boy at the desk ought to know, right? "Hey, can you help me with something? I ask. It's not like he can say no.