Crap...
I just posted the previous blog, went to play on the interwebs and decided to come back and look at the little ticker/tracker thing up there relating to my baby gestation progress.
94 days to go?
Crap.
I'm so not prepared.
Not even CLOSE.
Heck we can't even come up with a name for our little one.
*sigh*
And now back to your regularly scheduled waiting for another blog post to appear.....
94 days to go?
Crap.
I'm so not prepared.
Not even CLOSE.
Heck we can't even come up with a name for our little one.
*sigh*
And now back to your regularly scheduled waiting for another blog post to appear.....
Comments
Looking at the enormity of being a parent, who would ever feel they're ready?
But you have a lucky little ninja on board, and at some point you will have a good name for her.
I am wondering if you're getting "retailed out" for Christmas. The holiday's been so commercialized, and you're at Ground Zero.
How often can any of us hear "It's the Most Wonderful Time..."? (Well, I love it and miss Andy Williams. But some of the other songs ...)
I used to work in a restaurant with a tape rotation of background music, and hearing this one flute instrumental says to me: "Holy shit. The manager just came downstairs and flipped on the music. The doors open in 2 minutes, there are people standing out there waiting to flood in, you're still wiping down silverware and checking sugars and we're two servers short."
Get anxious just hearing that particular melody.
Be well, GiGi, and enjoy your last solo holiday with Mr. GiGi. How fun to think of an active little baby hanging out with you next one.
Oh, and a diaperbag. Constantly.
But maybe yours will have little skulls and wings on it. Something with attitude.