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next to him while he channel
surfed so that she could thoroughly dry from her bath. He hadn’t
even diapered her yet. Unfortunately, he became so engrossed in
watching something on ESPN he forgot about her until he heard the
sound of our daughter passing gas. When he looked down to check, he
saw that she'd passed much more than gas on our lovely new
duvet.”
    “ Oh, no!” Gina laughed
hysterically.
    “ Oh, yes,” I said, nodding
my head.
    “ Breastfed baby poop is the
color of mustard. You can imagine how that looked on our new
wheat-colored duvet.”
    “ Way to go, counselor,” she
teased.
    Trey rolled his eyes at her. I gave him a
kiss grabbing my gym bag. “I should be back before 9:30,” I said.
“You two have a good time.”
    Gina raised Preston up to her face, giving
her a kiss on her dimpled cheek. “Look guys – she’s smiling at
me!”
    Uh oh
    Gina relinquished Preston to Trey, who lifted
her and placed her gently against his right shoulder just as she
projectile spit-up all over the lapel of his Armani suit
jacket.
    “ Oops,” Gina murmured,
apologetically. “Maybe I jostled her a little too much, just
now.”
    Trey cocked an eyebrow at her. “You think,
Gina?”
    Once out of earshot Gina was still laughing.
“Seriously Ty, he's adorable with her, I have to admit.”
    “ I know,” I replied warmly.
“He's surpassed my expectations as a father. I mean, I knew that
he'd eventually get with the program, but right from the start he's
been a major help with the baby.”
    We were in Gina’s car on the way to the gym
and she'd been quiet for the past few minutes. “Ian and I are off
birth control,” she stated quietly.
    “ That's so great, Gina! I
hope you get pregnant quickly so that there isn’t too much of an
age difference between our babies.”
    “ Wouldn’t that be so cool? I
want to breastfeed, too. You make it look so easy, Ty.”
    “ It's easy,” I admitted.
“But more than that, it's just so special the way it makes you
feel. Did I tell you that I want to start
sleep-sharing?”
    “ Sleep sharing? What's
that?”
    I explained to Gina that many parents that
are breastfeeding their infants are now opting to have the "family
bed", which is where the mother, father, and baby all sleep
together. It's supposed to help with total family bonding as well
as benefit the infant promoting security and self-confidence.
    “ So, the Hot Nazi is down
with that?”
    “ Well, actually, I haven’t
discussed it with Trey, in any detail yet.”
    “ Right,” she laughed. “You
be sure and let me know how that goes, alright?”
    “ I think Trey will be on
board with it,” I lied.
    “ I hate to state the obvious
here, girlfriend, but it looks like I have to. How in the hell are
you two supposed to have a sex life with a baby there in bed with
you all night long?”
    I flushed knowing that this would be the same
argument I could expect from Trey when I approached him on it.
    “ Gina,” I replied patiently,
“it enhances the specialness for couples as they find more creative
and spontaneous times and places in their schedules to accommodate
their lovemaking in private.”
    I'd practically memorized this verbatim from
the information I'd found online relative to the ‘family bed’.
    “ Right,” Gina replied. “I’m gonna go out on a limb here and
say that there isn’t going to be any ‘family bed’ in your house as
long as Trey is living there.”
    She started snickering. I ignored her for the
moment fairly certain that she was right.
    Pilates was brutal, but well worth it, when I
got home and weighed myself on the bathroom scale. I'd lost two
more pounds since last week. I had only four more pounds to go
until I'd be back to my pre-pregnancy weight.
    Trey was in our bedroom watching something on
ESPN. Preston was sleeping soundly in her bassinet next to our bed.
I crawled up on the bed next to Trey.
    “ How'd she do for you?" I
asked him.
    “ She was a perfect angel as
always,” he