Week 12

3 Months and all is well.

The scary first trimester is over and we can now afford to be a little less worried about any problems occurring with the pregnancy. People, the Internet and magazines have had me totally freaked out that something would go wrong with the pregnancy. So now I can breathe a sigh of relief.

Jenny is still doing well and is getting less and less tired. She still hasn't told her family that she is pregnant yet but I think she probably will this weekend.

I am stupidly busy. I am working 6 days a week, studying Chinese twice a week and doing rehabilitation for my back five or six days a week depending on how sore I am. I am also trying to start up a business with James, too. So if any of you have $100,000 laying around and want to give it to us, please let me know.

The weather has been horrible the last month. It is the worst "Plum Rain" season we have had since I moved here. It literally has not stopped raining for a week and today it was raining so hard that I couldn't hear my students talk due to the roar of the rainfall on the roof. Typhoon season might be insane this year. My Helly Hanson rain gear has become my favorite possession. I am the only one that shows up for work not drenched and actually enjoy driving in the down pour. Sadly, my ghetto scooter is packing it in and I am going to have to buy a new one soon. Insult to injury, all this rain makes me realize that I am going to have to buy a car to drive Jenny and Baby Danny around in. It terrifies me having my pregnant wife driving a scooter around in this weather.

I really don't want a car but I guess it is a necessity now.

In other news, Jamie and Heather ganged up on me and made me second guess when my mom's birthday is. I swear I have numerical dyslexia. I absolutely cannot remember numbers. I don't even know what my home phone number is. Really. Regardless, every year, I forget the exact date. When I asked Jamie, she used it against me and even corrupted the likes of Heather! Who I thought was beyond such things. Heather Facebooked me and told me her birthday was in July. Which I knew wasn't true. Heather Brass, who has enjoyed "nice-girl immunity" for the last 18 years just painted a huge target on herself. You are going down Brass! Feel the wrath of Danny! I don't get mad. I don't get even. I cross the line.

Here is an example of the line I cross. ________________________________ (me)

As I told Jamie, I am actually a little excited that Heather chose to mess with me because before this, I would have felt guilty playing a practical joke on her.