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To life! L'chei-im!

Yesterday, we went to the doctor. For those not keeping score at home, the missus is 10 weeks pregnant. This will be our first child, though she had a miscarriage last January which was really hard on both of us.

With the use of a fetal doppler, we heard the heartbeat of our tinly little offspring in the making. Once there's a heartbeat, the odds of a miscarriage drop considerably. Hearing that sound at 175 B.P.M. was the most comforting sound I've heard in quite a while. I wish I had my iRiver with me to record it.

I'm not ashamed to admit that I've been crying off and on like a little girl because I'm so happy and relieved that things are going well. Up until this point, I haven't been letting myself get too attached or excited, but now. . . Holy cow.

That's about all I can say - holy cow.

Well, that's all I can say right now. You can be assured I'll talk much more about it in the coming months.

Today, I hoist a glass of Jameson's Irish Whiskey in honor of an absent friend, Michael Massing on what should have been his 31st birthday. He may not have been my 'best friend,' but he was one of the best people I've ever known. I believe it correct usage to say he was a true mentch.

Here's to you, Mikey.

It's no coincidence Junior's middle name will be Michael or Michaela, but the timing of these two events is amazing.

L'chei-im!