Estrogen: The Trilogy
As many of you know, Gabby and I are expecting our third baby.
Many of you have had questions, and I’ll do my best to address most of them in an organized and authoritative fashion here.
Yes, we’re excited.
Yes, the girls are excited.
Yes, this new human is also a girl.
Gabby is doing well. According to my very reliable source (Gabby), she has only had one episode of increased fatigue, which occurred after working overnight on four hours of sleep like some sort of medical Navy SEAL.
No, we’re not disappointed that it’s another girl instead of a boy; we’ve only ever been interested in healthy new humans.
Yes, we’re excited that the startup cost will be cheaper since it’s a girl. We’re nothing if not fiscally responsible breeders.
Yes, I will now officially be the only dude in the house.
That last point is what I wanted to focus on: I will continue to be the lone Y chromosome in a house that is moving in an aggressively estrogen-forward direction (we’re progressive like that).
That being said, I’m sure everyone is already painfully aware of the obvious, but I feel the need to mention it again, just to loop in the newcomers…
I am a big, strong, manly man who does all of the super cool rugged, masculine, get-your-hands-dirty things. Like blog. My testosterone levels are the pinnacle of average. I own DeWalt tools. My beard has to be trimmed once every eight days. I own the Lord of the Rings and Hobbit trilogies—extended editions, obviously—and I have opinions about them. I am the peak specimen of man.
My masculinity is rivaled only by that of Aragorn and John Adams.
But I digress.
We already own 95% of the baby things we need for this new human, and traditionally baby showers and registries are only for the first baby. But I took the liberty of crafting a baby registry anyway… for me.
This house is about to be even more filled with bows, dolls, glitter, and emotional intelligence. The least we can do is balance the scales with something medieval, sharp, or powered by a 20-volt lithium-ion battery.
The link is below.
This isn’t consumerism. It’s self-preservation.