And that's when I realized that there is GOING TO BE A BABY at some point. Actually, within the next two weeks there is going to be a baby.
Totally slipped my mind. I completely forgot that Casa Lane will be inhabited by four people instead of three.
The same thing happened to me the other day when I was considering getting Yo Gabba Gabba Live! tickets since it is one of the best kid shows out there. Here I am, nonchalantly picking out tickets at Ticketmaster and thinking to myself how fun the three of us will have dancing to such awesome tunes as "There's A Party in My Tummy" and "Don't Bite Your Friends" and "I Like Bugs".
Then, it dawned on me. I'd have a baby. A three month old, to be exact, which a loud screaming theater of dancing life-sized puppets is no place for. Plus, there's no way I could leave Mr. Bean (who will have a name by then) for many hours at a time if I am going to be exclusively nursing!
So...no Yo Gabba Gabba for me. And secretly, I'm the one who really wants to go the most.
How can I be so forgetful when I am reminded every day when I try to put shoes on, or put pants on, or get kicked in the ribs, or break a sweat rolling over in bed that there is an end result to this pregnancy.
Let's go over the simple math here:
PLUS
WILL EVENTUALLY EQUAL
.....which will, in turn, become some scary teenager with hair in places I don't want to think about, an attitude to match, and some bimbo hanging off his arm. And trust me, they will ALL be bimbos.
So I need to keep reminding myself that come July 21st (assuming Mr. Bean does not want to come early), I will have A BABY.
Someone please shoot me.
2 comments:
Um, yeah, that is the catch - you may not be pregnant anymore (which is awesome, by the way, but I don't want to rub it in), but in exchange you'll have two kids. I didn't fully understand the magnitude of this, but it's starting to sink in. Good luck, and I really mean that.
I guess you won't have much time for blogging either? This is such (another) life-changing event, I wonder how long before you are used to having another little body in your home?
I'll be thinking of you and sending loving thoughts all the way from Australia. Keep us in the loop when you have five minutes to spare.
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