A Million, Billion, Trillion Tiny Feelings Pt. 9

Notes from a father's first pregnancy

July 13, 2017

After some planning, my sister has arrived, family in tow, to plant roots here in Chapel Hill. They’re renting a house out on the western edge of town where the liberal enclave of Orange County abuts the beginnings of the Deep Red South.

They left New York for many of the same reasons we did: tired of the grind and the fight that comes with living in the Northeast, exhausted from years of way-too-high taxes and far-too-little land to show for it, drained from the constant threat of confrontation. And here they are, ready to accept this new life in these new environs.

Their three kids are more excited then I would be if my parents had moved me eight hundred miles from home at such a young age.

That just leaves my father. Maybe he’ll move down here soon. 

July 16, 2017

At a friend’s housewarming party a woman tells me she had nine months of morning sickness. I won’t be relaying this story to Emily.