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Labor Day, Not Just for the Working Class
Nov 21st
Today is the day, my wife – Katina Ferguson – is giving birth to our third child. Her name will be Monica Valerie Ferguson. We’re now at the Piedmont Fayette Hospital in Fayetteville, GA and things are looking well. Our adventure started today at 1:10 AM when Tina’s water broke, from there it’s been getting the kids together, asking my brother and his wife to help, etc. I’m posting to all my social networks (Twitter, Rejaw, Plurk, Pownce, etc) using Ping.fm and posting photos on Flickr and Facebook.
- www.ping.fm
- www.flickr.com/photos/fergatron/tags/birth/
- www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=50061&id=635938172
It is Done!
This blog post will be updated as information comes. So; Monica Valerie Ferguson was born Friday, November 21, 2008 at 2:50 PM EST. A whopping 8 pounds 1 ounce.
Visit us… ah… Not Really!
For anyone who’s in town, that we know of, come and visit. We’re at Piedmont Fayette Hospital. Call me for the room number!
Week 4: Mystery Sauce
Feb 28th
I’m thinking about starting a blog about the adventures or misadventures of my wife’s pregnancy with our third child. The first two were a blur – I seemed to do everything right the first time, the second pregnancy we all slacked up a bit, and we can only image the debacle for this pregnancy. Ha-ha.
I noticed that every pregnancy is different and for some reason, the dark side of me is telling me that this one is going to be a bumpy ride. So; we start out with the how my wife found out that she likes prego sauce… I mean she was prego… you know what I mean.
Happy Birthday
My wife is NEVER late for her monthly menstrual cycle. She started to indicate to me that she might be prego all day, Sunday, February 17, 2008. I forgot what we did that day, but I kept reassuring her to wait it out, “You’re not pregenant – don’t even think that way, haha.” Later on that day, for some strange reason, I got very very peaceful about the whole thing. That’s when I new she was pregnant and God has already dealt with me to accept it. I told her, “Go ahead and get the home pregnancy test, if you want – I’m cool with it.” She got, took it and found out on her 28th birthday that she was pregnant. It quickly followed with a 15-minute consoling hug and she then rushed off to figure her numbers (make sure we can afford another baby).
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