I’ve been sitting on this for a while, but now that we know the gender I got the okay to announce to the world that Audrey and I will be welcoming a baby girl into our family come the new year!
“Are you ready?”
Everyone asks me that whenever we tell them that Audrey is pregnant. My answer is always some variation of, “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! OF COURSE NOT!” I think if you wait until you’re “ready,” you’ll never have kids. What I am ready for is being absolutely clueless and making shit up as I go along. Yeah, there’s shit we will read and classes we will take and advice we’ll get from fellow parents, but every kid is a goddamn snowflake and special in their very own way and will fuck your shit up in ways you never could have anticipated. So I’m ready for failing a lot and working through things together.
Here’s the fucked up part. One of the chief things that concerns me is doing the comic through all this chaos. My only priority should be the newborn. But I can’t help it. I want this to be my job and I’m so very far from that goal. I can’t stop now. I don’t get much sleep as it is now so maybe it won’t be so bad. But I have no idea what’s going to happen in January. I’ll try my best to build up some sort of buffer and lineup probably a month’s worth of guest strips, but I expect there’s going to be some hickups in the schedule in the new year.
One of the things I never talk about but take an extreme amount of pride in is that I’ve updated YP consistently Monday, Wednesday, and Friday since I started it. I missed a day because of a power outage which annoys the shit out of me (fucking PEPCO), but other than that, there’s been drawings of things waiting here for you every update day. I’d like to keep that streak going somehow. We’ll see how it all shakes out.
So like the worst kind of addict, I’m keeping a sort of comics journal of my feelings and thoughts as we get ready for the little lady. At some point, I’ll turn that into some sort of graphic novel of the experience because I’m an idiot and just can’t help myself. And I’m sure I’ll be relating stories of things here to embarrass her when she gets older.