April is the cruellest month. So begins the famous T. S. Eliot poem “The Waste Land,” an apparent critique of Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales. I’d further add to that critique that both Chaucer and Eliot forgot to mention that May is also a cruel mistress. At least as we’re experiencing it.

Camille slept for six hours last night. I said six complete hours. I feel like my brain is actually on. If you’re interested in taking my course on sleep training, here are the top three tips from the first module. Like and subscribe for more.

We are all merely old babies. Camille had what I presume to be a nightmare the other day. In her sleep, she scrunched her eyebrows, fidgeted, shook her head, made noises. I felt pity.

It’s 4:17 a.m. Day 11. Coffee’s ready. Camille won’t sleep except for on top of Christine. I’m watching her so she doesn’t suffocate. I hear the rhythm of the white noise radiating from the sound machine.

Camille Leigh Giella was born in Fort Worth, Texas, on Monday, February 13, 2023, at 12:17 p.m. She weighed 7 pounds, 7 ounces, was 19.25 inches long, and is a beautiful, healthy baby girl, just like her mom.

We’re days away from our lives changing forever. In fact, Camille could come today. Who knows. One thing I do know, thanks to many sojourners ahead looking back to distill their wisdom, is that things will be very different from now on.

Merry Christmas! We wanted to send an email this year and point you to our site where we’re going to share our parenting stories since we have no idea what we’re doing. Follow our journey out of ignorance.

I’m at a bar alone after a happy hour. It’s 6:37 p.m., old-fashioned in hand. It makes me wonder how much free time you’ll have when you’re a parent. How many nights will I get to go to a happy hour and sit and read or write?

Tomorrow is our five-year anniversary. I said that to Christine this morning. She said, “They’ve been the best five years of your life.” She ain’t wrong.

We’re having a baby. Her name is Camille, and she’ll arrive to our planet in mid-February. Christine is twenty-one weeks along and has been feeling great these last few months. Her skin is as smooth as a dolphin’s back. She glows. The first two months, however, she was nauseous, throwing up in neighbors’ yards and in her lap in the car.