It's an interesting thing, this whole "expecting" routine. One day, I'm like, "I can't wait until the baby is born! I want to see the baby, now!" And, the next day, it's like, "OMG! I can't believe we only have 6 more months! WE NEED MORE TIME!"
I mean, one day...I'm excited! I'm talking to Starbuck. I'm filling out his/her application to Gonzaga, etc. I'm planning baby's first baseball game.
The next day, I'm like, "Crap! We have to paint the nursery! We have to clean the carpets! We have to get the dog ready! We have to pick a [real] name! I'm not going to be able to play video games, anymore! I'M NOT GOING TO GET TO PLAY VIDEO GAMES, ANYMORE!" Stay the heck in there.
And, I swear...if I hear, "hope you enjoyed your sleep," or something to that effect one more time, I'm gonna...ummm...take a really long nap.
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