So pardon me for sitting here a bit bug-eyed. See, my internet buddy over at Bebehblog is, in case you couldn’t tell from the title, having a baby. Like, now. Contractions are happening. To her, I say-why are you reading this blog? You’re having a baby! I’m guessing that since you’re in early stages now, he won’t debut till tomorrow. As always, I’m sending good thoughts up north, and also sending you a really cool card. Seriously-just got it at Walgreens, along with ant traps and Claritin. You can have those too, if you really want em.
And now, if you can, name this quote:
“I love you, and I’m gonna play with you all the time.”
“How can you let him talk to your crotch like that?”
“He’s talking to the baby.”
“Oh I heard him say ‘I can’t wait to hear your first words’, and I thought, well that’s a trick.”
Also, if you’ve made it this far through the uterus-gazing, tell me if you want kids, don’t know or just don’t care. Why or why not? Please answer in a complete sentence.
OK, now this is really really weird. Just talked to my mom. I have a 14-year-old stepbrother, and now his 44-year-old mom is pregnant by her second husband. Accidental. When I pick my jaw up from the floor, I’ll be back. I’m happy for em, but wow, I can’t imagine having a baby in my 40s.