Entry # 1: My Attempt at Blogging

After 10 long years, I've finally gathered enough courage to start a blog page. I really don't know what exactly this is going to be about; and I'm such a bad writer. Well...not exactly. See I've been quite active in the writing sphere during high school - even won one or two contests while I was at it. It's just that the older I grew, the lesser there was to say.

Anyway, the reason I mustered enough courage to start this nonsense is for my son - or daughter - who's on his way out of my girlfriend - and, hopefully, soon-to-be-wife's womb on October (2010). This would basically chronicle the long journey to fatherhood which I AM excited about (note to self).

Would you look at that...My very first blog post. This blog site MIGHT work, after all. So many improvements, but so little time to do them. Well readers (if there will be any), watch out for more improvements in the days/weeks/months/year/years to come.

Oh...and if blogging becomes obsolete by the time I finally pimp this site out, time-travelling would have been invented by then. Go figure.

To my son/daughter:

Josh / Jeff / Samantha,

I'm not quite sure what the future holds for me and your mom. Your dad's kind'a hoping all ends well between your mother (who's sleeping like a baby now, by the way). She's been down with the flu for more than a week now, and we're both worried that something might have gotten terribly wrong. She sensed something wrong when she wasn't her usual binging self.

Anyhoo, you're about 7 weeks now and we'll get our first glimpse of you next Saturday (Ultra Sound). We're both so excited since this is both our first time (obviously), and we both don't know what to expect. You're mom's never looked prettier - that's why I think you're a girl (if you turn out to be a dude, son, skip to the next paragraph, and pretend you never read this), and I'm sure you're going to be the prettiest girl the world has ever seen.

It's going to be a long day for daddy tomorrow at the office (God, I'm still not used to the idea of being called "daddy", but I'll get used to it). Oh, and internet advertising is just on it's way so if you're reading this and it does pick up, I must be one of the top dogs of an internet advertising agency or...better yet...I must have started my own company by now. Anyway, I gotta run. You're dad's boss is a machine, and daddy must get his rest. I wish your grandparents had access to the internet back then. It must be great to read what they've gone through before your dad was born. Might have understood them more.

Well...goodnight. Write to you soon. Your mom and I both love you and are excited to carry you in our arms.

Daddy Out