Single Parenthood

Last Wednesday I flew out to DC with baby for the weekend. While there I interviewed with an accounting firm and I drove down to Raleigh to visit a dear friend. On our flight back to SLC (while sitting in a window seat) baby vomited two bottles worth of smelly curdled milk all over me. I felt so bad for the two Ukrainian dudes next to me that had to get up and let us out so we could clean up (as much as possible) and then had to sit next to us all stinky for the rest of the flight.

I assumed last week's trip was the last of playing single dad for a while and it would have been had my wife not gone to the ER last night with major abdominal cramping. One ectopic pregnancy/removed fallopian tube later and I'm back to single parenting while she continues to recover at the hospital. I like baby, I really do, but I'm starting to think we're seeing too much of each other.