You may be asking yourselves...

Why "the Truffle". Why called the baby "the Truffle" or "Truffle". I ask you, "why not?". Ok, that was a stupid answer, but I am trying not to edit what I write too much. I'm letting this be kind of freeform.

Anyway, it is bascially a way of identifying the unborn baby with a name. We don't know if the baby is a boy or girl yet, therefore, we could not have possibly finalized names. Anyway, it really has spawned from two co-workers/friends of mine who developed "tags" for their unborn childern. For one guy, Andy (and Tammy), it was a way of introducing the upcoming baby to his daughter. They used "baby mouse". For the second guy, Brian (and Dawn), they referred to their unborn child as "Guppy". You see, their last name is Fisher--get it, Guppy Fisher--get it, its a play on words--get it guppy, a small fish, Fisher, one who catches fish, you see what they are doing there--using a word that means small fish and their last name is Fisher--Ha, I love it.

Anywho....Rebecca and I thought that using a cute nomer was a better idea than referring to the child as "embryo" or "fetus", or "in-utero fetus due in September". Can you imagine the future conversations:

Jeff: Hey Bec, how is "in-utero fetus due in September" doing today?
Rebecca: Fine, "in-utero fetus due in September" is moving around a whole bunch.
Jeff: Really? I want to feel "in-utero fetus due in September" kick.

You could see how this would at some point start to become tiresome. In fact, we would probably end up doing like the military and shortening it to an acronym: (IUFDIS). Now, try pronouncing that.

Phonically, it is "Eye--oof--dis". Now, IUFDIS, is not nearly as cute as something like......Truffle.

Plus, one day we were making truffles and we thought that would be cute to call our baby until he/she was born.

Hence, we are Waiting for Truffle.

On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…

Epiphany! Today is the twelfth day of Christmas or Epiphany. Our common thought of the word epiphany is something to the effect of `sudden realization’. Well, I had a ‘sudden realization’ today. Today, I found out that I was going to be a dad. Yep, that’s right, Rebecca and I took a pregnancy test and it was positive. Thanks be to God. I don’t think that I can properly express the emotions that I felt at that moment. Yes, I cried. Go ahead and laugh at me my friends, but I did. I cried, Rebecca cried, heck, I think our dog Hardy cried, however, that could have been because it was 8:00 in the morning and he had to pee.

Well, for the last 2 months, Rebecca and I have been “trying” to conceive. We have been truly blessed for it to happen this quickly. When we decided to start trying, we both thought that the only thing bad about that was that it wouldn’t be as big of a surprise as if it “just happened.” We have been trying, so we knew that there was a chance of a positive outcome when we took the test. However, here is the big surprise---it was a GIANT surprise. Rebecca went in to take the test, and within seconds, she came out shaking, saying something about “…a line, the line is already there….” That’s when we both cried. I feel as though I have been truly blessed….like I said, I can’t describe the feelings.

Over the next 9 months or so, I am going to periodically write and express my thoughts and describe this pregnancy from a man’s, a husband’s, and an expecting father’s viewpoint. This should be one wild ride. Boy, I am ready for it. A lot of the blog will be serious, a lot will be funny, a lot will be me randomly writing nonsense after doing all of the cleaning and getting Rebecca tofu and chocolate (oh yeah, she’s a vegetarian). So, sit back, try not to laugh at me too much for the mistakes that I make and join me for one heck of an adventure. I’m ready, Hardy’s ready (that is just because he believes there is peanut butter in it for him), let’s go…..

Major Players:

Jeff: The husband, the expectant father, the keeper of the remote

Rebecca: The wife, the expectant mother, the keeper of Jeff

Hardy: The dog, the companion, the keeper of the squeaky toys.

the Truffle: The baby