This past Saturday, I was out of town.
Merry and I -- with Jellybean in tow -- headed to my parents' home for a baby shower my family put together.
Until recently, I was unaware that expectant fathers were "required" to attend these.
Merry wanted me to come with her. Fortunately, for her, there is no other person I'd rather spend time with.
Still, I felt like a little odd at the shower.
Thankfully for me, there were three other men at the event.
They were there, I think, to keep me company.
When my family started putting together the shower, I was informed my father would not be staying.
I practically begged him to stay, which he did.
My grandfather also came as did one of Merry's family members.
It was comforting to know that I was not going to be the only male in the house.
Needless to say, we spent the majority of the afternoon outside near my dad's fire pit, sitting around and discussing whatever was on our minds.
It was a nice change of pace from my hectic schedule.
And I guess this may be the plight of the 21st Century Father.
And Jellybean came away with a plethora of items to start off his/her life.
Come to think of it, many people in the community, along with family and friends, have been showering Merry and I with gifts left and right recently.
We couldn't be more grateful.
We received a children's Bible from some readers recently as well as a Jellybean dispenser (which Merry and I both thought was quite unique).
Thank you to all who have purchased gifts for our child.
It is incredible to see the love and support among those in our beautiful community.
And it makes me feel good to know that Merry and I will raise our child here in Clay County.
To give you an update, today is Sept. 27. We have 18 full days before the doctor will induce labor (if needed).
For months now, I have proclaimed the child would be born Oct. 7, 2010.
I'm still in the running for that date -- if there are bets out there somewhere.
Our home has significantly changed since we first moved in.
Gone is the dining room table. Come to think of it, I'm not sure where we put that thing (perhaps it is in the living room, a room I still rarely go into).
What was our dining room is now the baby's room. It has been decorated in Winnie the Pooh colors.
The colors are great and with all the items Merry has found and purchased at yard sales this summer, we have tons of Winnie the Pooh, Tiger too, and all of Pooh's friends, scattered in various places throughout the room.
The Pooh setting is actually quite cute as my mom also had a Winnie the Pooh setting for me when I was born.
Talk about full circle.
What I didn't realize was how much Winnie the Pooh stuff was still out there.
And I haven't forgot Merry. I will purchase the Kenny Loggins' opus, "Return to Pooh Corner," someday.
For this column, though, I just felt like taking time to thank everyone who has expressed so much interest in our child.
A funny thing happened again the other day at the post office.
I was there to pay a couple of bills, as usual, when one of the associates at the post office stated, "Aren't you Jellybean's Dad?"
This -- I found to be incredibly ironic.
It was the second time in two weeks that I had been asked that exact same question at the same location.
I have officially become known as "Jellybean's Dad."
I am no longer Jason Moon. My identity has already been taken over by my future child.
And they haven't officially taken up residence yet.
Amusing as this is to me, I am also so proud of this.
Thank you Clay County.