I know nothing. . .

Tyfany and I went to our first doctor's appointment yesterday, and from this appointment I have learned three things.

First, I am not allowed in the room during examinations. It seems my very presence is aggravating, disconcerting, and somewhat creepy for nearly all those involved. This shouldn't have come as a shock because this has been the reaction of most women in small rooms in which I have sat in for most of my life. I had hoped being a father-to-be may have changed that. I was wrong.

Second, I have no sense of timing when it comes to re-entering the examination room. I can stand outside and mentally estimate the amount of time I think it will take Tyfany to redress then add a few seconds and still when I open the door, to rush in and be a supportive husband, I will have opened the door at the most awkward and anger-inducing time possible. Again, I'm sorry honey.

Third, if you want a foolproof way of making Tyf cry, simply rub the crook of her elbow with an alcohol swab. It helps if you tell her your going to be drawing blood. Then sit back and watch the eyes redden and tears fall. In all sincerity, she was a trooper this time around she never said "ouch" or even looked like she would faint.

After all of this learning, we still didn't find out an estimated due date (thanks to a broken sonogram) and didn't even hear the doctor say "yep, you're pregnant." I guess she's taking our word for it. Thus, until the next appointment those three things are all I know.