For those of you who don’t already know (if you subscribed to my newsletter - and actually read it - you would), we anticipate the arrival of number two sometime this December. Sorry if you do not understand the title of this post (as it would seem to be an odd title for this matter to those not familiar with us), but I will explain it concisely:
We live on Clark Street. In Chicago, there is a place called Nuts on Clark and we have called ourselves THE Nuts on Clark ever since a trip to Chicago several years ago. I know, not real earth shattering, but we are easily amused.
Anywho, with the announcement of expecting a child, there are many questions that are often asked. I am going to answer them all right here - that way if anyone asks them in the future, I’ll just suggest they read my blog.
Here goes:
- Were you trying? - Yes.
- Are you Excited? - Sure
- Are you going to find out the gender? - Yes
- Do you want a boy or a girl? - Yes
- How is Daphne handling it? - She’s three. She thought the baby would be here next week.
- Are you ready for diapers again? - No, I’m only thirty. It’ll be a couple years before I . . .



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Congratulations Chad!!
Thanks KB.
Fantastic! Many, many congratulations from the Kaduk household, Gramlings!
My baby-making days are ending on Friday…
…hey, it was my wife’s idea. She seems to think that the fact that she had to do the birthing part means I have to do the sterilization. I’m still feeling kinda slighted.
Thanks Kaduk.
I think it has pretty much been decided that I will see the same fate at some point. Though - I am sure your wife would glady switch places with you if you were to endure the “joys” of pregnancy and child labor just once.
Anywho, best of luck with your snippings.
Ok, it hurts….I don’t care what anybody else tells you. It’s painful, and quite weird having some guy soaping your junk right before he digs into them with stainless tools.
I don’t think he appreciated my semi-conscious, awkward attempt at pillow talk either, but hey, it’s just my nature.