Attack of the Were-Dad

It took awhile for Katie to realize that it was a Werecub she was having. In retrospect, it makes perfect sense, but it's not the sort of thing you expect, right?

She knew that I'm obviously some sort of werewolf (or were-something) given my strange allergy to silver. She wasn't expecting that her impending baby would be a were-something, though, or that the were-baby (or, more properly, Werecub) would start affecting her own senses, lending her a bit of the ol' were-sniffer. That was unexpected, and has made certain smellier tasks tricky for her. I'm really hoping that the were-schnoz will wear off by the time Werecub is actually born or I'll be on full-time diaper duty (despite my own were-sniffer, making the task doubly onerous).

Sure, dealing with a month of sick pregnant wife was difficult, but not as bad as one might assume. In fact, I noticed that there are a few perks that I hadn't realized that come with the territory of being the Weredad. For example, she's not supposed to eat much red meat, particularly stuff that's high in sodium. Suddenly, I have no competition for any sausage around the house. Further, the Werecub seems to have robbed Katie (Weremom?) of her urge to consume some of her favorite foods like popcorn; I expected that eating popcorn around her would earn me some spite and ire, but when I did, all the response I got was "Ugh, keep it away from me."

The other bit of good news is that I get to acquire tools now for the sheer point of having them. I'm pretty sure that's part of being a dad.

Dear Diary

I slept in today. It was glorious and well needed.  Little Werecub has liked to talk my bladder into waking me up at daybreak; my jerk bladder always listens.  I'm pretty sure they were fast friends, best friends even, because I have to pee every 2 hours.  Werecub and my bladder; pranking mom all day.

I'm nearly over this horrific sinus cold, and I'm confused and angry that no one has made a proper cold medicine for pregnant women.  Never again will I serve my first term in winter.  Sadly I didn't have a family doctor to tell me it was OK to take Tylenol Cold for the first cold and subsequent sinusitis.  I can't get those days off of work back, little Werecub, no toys for the first 2 months!

My fangs and fur will come, just you wait.

The Werecub growing inside me has lent me its glorious sense of smell; I'm pretty sure I can smell everything within a mile.  This gift has its consequences though, some things do not smell as good as they used too.  For some reason Werecub does not like popcorn, taco seasoning and eating late at night, for some reason, makes Werecub upset enough to say gross things to my stomach making me vomit.

Also, why hasn't anyone made a local delivery only restaurant for pregnant women? Preparing food is the suck, I seem to fluctuate between starving and not hungry pretty regularly and I just don't have time to cook something healthy.

Werecub the Pranker; making mom hungry, really hungry and then taking her appetite away mid meal.  Or; making mom not hungry, especially when food is readily available.  Or my personal favorite; making mom hungry but the thought of eating makes her sick.