Notes On The Complexity Of Women

I'm very excited, because this picture at the right is a picture of the baby my wife is carrying.  Right now it looks like we're having a peanut, but I'm hoping this thing grows a little.  Judging from my size it's going to be growing well into retirement.  The interesting thing about this process is that I'm seeing just exactly how complex a woman is.  I mean, I knew my wife was complex before.  I got that with the "don't get me anything for Valentine's Day," "I can't believe you didn't get me anything," routine a couple of years ago.  We've been married for two years now and I thought I knew her.  She doesn't want meat with a side of meat at every meal, she doesn't enjoy watching sports 24 hours a day, she doesn't like movies about history, she doesn't care about how bright I think the new strings on my guitar sound, that kind of stuff.  Then she got pregnant.  I'm now married to a different woman totally.  For Valentine's Day she planned our evening; huge steaks at Outback, taking in the Hawks/Penguins game on Comcast, and playing her least favorite game in the world, Monopoly.  That's what we would do if I planned a Valentine's Day.  That's what we would do if I planned anyday.  Right now I'm LOVING this pregnancy thing, but then again, I haven't had the chance to experience what happens after pregnancy yet.