- Courtney Kuchta -

Waitin for my girl in white

My wife is about 9 weeks pregnant, and it’s kicking her ass.  She is just miserable, the sickness, nausea, side pains, irritability, all just make her feel horrible.  And the way she feels puts her in a different mood than I am accustomed to, but that’s okay. I can deal with that no problem, because in sickness and in health right!? The problem for me is that there really isn’t anything I can physically do.  I can’t cut her open and extract the pain she’s feeling, there isn’t a motion mechanical procedure I can do to help her.  So the only thing that is left for me to do is to emotionally be there for her. I have just been trying my absolute best to get what ever I can, rub her feet, get her a big bag of ruffles, or just talk to her.  Sometimes it’s harder than others, but she’s carrying my child, and I will forever be grateful to her for that.

Now yesterday, she was miserable after taking her to the emergency room this weekend:

Wife: I need help taking a shower.

Alex: Okay, no problem.

We maneuver to W.C.

Wife: It hurts hunny!!!!

Alex: I know baby, You’ll feel better after you take a shower.

Wife: OWWWWWWWW!!!!

she bangs and stubs her toe on bathtub.

Alex: You alright hunny?

Wife: oww!(holding her toe)

Alex: Are you okay?

Wife: Yes!(crying)

Alex: Then, Why are you crying?

Wife: I DON’T KNOW!!!!!

Needless to say, this pregnancy can be confusing at certain times…and even kinda comical. But, I love my wife and that’s pretty much all that matters.

Quote of the day: ” There is no remedy for love but to love more”- Henry David Thoreau

Maggie

Quite possibly, the coolest dog ever!!!!

We adopted her from a local Humane society here in the Atlanta Area.  So if you’re keeping tally, in the less than four months we have been married: we have celebrated, mourned, learned, moved, conceived, and now adopted.  I expect the rest of our lives together will be as full as it is now.

And Tomorrow,…or today (it’s getting late)  we will get our first ultrasound of our first child.

Word Of The Day:

brinkmanship

(noun) [BRINGK-mahn-ship']

1. the policy of pushing a dangerous situation to the brink of disaster (to the limits of safety): “Peter and Susan were able to save their relationship when they replaced the brinkmanship with some genuine discourse.”

also: brinksmanship

Within a few days, the brain had a terrible headache, the stomach was bloated, the legs got wobbly, the eyes got watery, and the blood was toxic. They all decided that the rectum should be the boss.

The Moral of the story? Even though the others do all the work, the asshole is usually in charge.”

“When I think of Lorelei my head turns all around
As gentle as a butterfly she moves without a sound
I call her on the telephone, she says be there by eight
Tonights the night shes moving in and I can hardly wait

The way she moves, ooh-ooh
I gotta say
Lorelei lets live together
Brighter than the stars forever
Lorelei lets live together
Brighter than the stars forever

Her eyes become of paradise, she softly speaks my name
She brightens every lonely night, no ones quite the same
She calls me on the telephone, she says be there by eight
Tonights the night shes moving in, its time to celebrate

The way she moves, ooh-ooh
I gotta say
Lorelei lets live together
Brighter than the stars forever
Lorelei lets live together
Brighter than the stars forever”

Written by Dennis DeYoung

Hell Yeah!

This is such a spectacular time for me, not to mention how my wife, Alexa feels; the bond that she has physically carrying our child. Now, I am not going to act like we have the exact perfect marriage, in fact I don’t believe anyone does. We have learned in the short time we have been married, that you get out of it exactly what you put into it.  Have we had the easiest first year of marriage thus far? No, it is quite a learning experience. But there is something about getting pregnant and bringing a child into our lives that jump-starts a relationship(even though we didn’t need it), especially a marriage. It is like utilizing a defibrillator to our marital liveliness.

****Warning! I am going to get super sappy and emotional****

As I have said before I am still to this day a practicing Roman-Catholic.  And as Catholics, we Revere, in respect, to the saints. One of those Saints was Saint Basil The Great, and he was popular for saying ” Beside each believer stands an Angel, as protector and shepherd leading him to life”. What that teaches me is that no matter what’s going on in my life, albeit exciting, or tragic, or indifference, that my God has a plan. That my faith must persevere under all conditions.  My wife, family, and dear friends have shown me love, and a life I never could’ve dreamed of nor thought I ever deserved.  The feeling I get reminds me of Matthew 11:2-6 . I feel like I understand the “mystery of faith”, and how apparent it is that the blind see, the lame walk, the lepers are cleansed, the deaf hear, the dead rise, and the poor in spirit have the good news preached to them.  My wife is the angel(protector and shepherd) in my life.

Alexa: “Yeah, but what’s in it for me?”

Alex: “I don’t know, I’ll think about it”(sarcasm/hesitation attached)

….moments later…..

Alex: “Oh thank you Alexa!”(motion towards said Diet coke)

Alexa: “No, seriously what’s in it for me?”(said diet coke pulled closer to Alexa)

Alex: “I DON”T KNOW, Ill think about it!”

…same interaction happens 2-4 times within 5 minutes

Alex:“What do you want, How can I serve thee? What kind of beer do you drink?”

Alexa: “I CAN BUY MY OWN BEER?!”

Alex: “ALRIGHT I GIVE UP! what is it you like?”

Alexa: “I like dinner, unicorns, and sparkly things!”

AND THAT IS HOW MY WIFE CONNED ME INTO DINNER AND WE STARTED THIS LIFE-LONG EXCURSION TOGETHER

Forever & Ever

Little Girl?!

I have jumped out of helicopters into the ocean, been skydiving, had guns pointed at me more than once, and that doesn’t phase me. But a little creature that’s the size of your thumbnail?  Now, getting away from that, take the metaphorical fears. Like that at any moment I can be driving down the highway and I get slammed by a drunk driver, and I never see my wife again(that is more terrifying than anything with legs on God’s green Earth).  therefore, in case I die on the way home….I love you Dear! I was born and raised Catholic, and still practice today.  Now we exhibit two types of fears.  One is beneficial in terms of our faith, we fear God, but in reverence not in the knee-shaking anathema sense. The second, is detrimental in that it is something to be overcome; and in that sense is also beneficial, but indirectly. And I can take from Psalm 111:10, that fears lead to wisdom and good understanding, and I cannot revolt wisdom and discipline. When I have something that really just freaks me out or petrifies me, I just keep facing and confronting it. bit by bit, the fear dissipates.

Quote of the day: “Diplomacy is the art of sayin ‘Nice Doggie’ until you can find a rock.”

-Will Rogers

My Mercury got broken into at work not too long ago. Did the phantom steal my cd’s, my laptop in the backseat, or my pistol? Negative. They stole my checkbook, and debit card.  No worries, report the card stolen and give the bank my check numbers so they can override them.  So I did, I ask bank “Can I still write checks?”. They say, “As long as it doesn’t have a number in the check range you just gave me”. Fine, no biggie bank says okay, Alex says okay. I write a check for rent, and we get an oh so splendidly happy notice from the leasing office, stating we are going to be evicted with an extra $350.00 in late fees in addition to rent….um yeah I paid it on time, the bank screwed up.  I call leasing office, I get nasty tone from said office.  One thing leads to another they call me a liar.  I call wife. I tell wife what happened. Wife shits a brick(figure of speech). Wife is upset office made thou upset. Wife calls Leasing office. Wife rips office new orifice. Wife saves day. Wife continues being saint in family. Wife gets foot-rub, bubble-bath, and Martini. Therefore, My wife is amazing, she is my Sentry, and yeah you don’t wanna cross her. Until Next Time.

the wife