Three kids ... one of each kind?
The process is the goal.
Men heap together the mistakes of their lives, and create a monster they call Destiny.
Feeling the growl again
Yes. Distance, middle distance, and sprinter.
Whenever the wife gets a wave of nausea, I just tell her that it's the baby saying "Hey mom I'm OK!". It's a good thing she still sees the humor in this on Round 3 or I'd have a fork sticking out of my eye socket.
"If you want to be a bad a$s, then do what a bad a$s does. There's your pep talk for today. Go Run." -- Slo_Hand
I am spaniel - Crusher of Treadmills
I look my best blurry!
A little late, but congrats Spaniel!