Adding to the crankyland babyboom?
Okay, so... I just found out that my husband and I are going to have our first baby.
After the initial blind panic I'd experienced watching two pink lines run across the little window of the test, generously covered in my urine, a calming happiness washed over me. Okay, it wasn't exactly planned per se, but it is a welcome unknown.
My husband, though beside himself with joy, seems to be in a premature nesting stage, darting about the house fixing things with the vigor of a safety inspector. (Almost in a compulsive way.) I think he would have the baby if he could. Ah, If only I were a seahorse...
We decided to go watch Max Payne the night we found out, considering that we won't be able to see any of this year's summer blockbusters. (I hate it when people bring newborns to the movie theatre- the kid always winds up crying and everyone else misses key dialogue in the movie. I have vowed to not be one of those people.) So we plan ton see as many as possible before we have to hire a sitter everytime we go out. By the way, Max Payne couldn't have been much worse, even if there was a crying baby drowning out the sound. I'm disappointed that the writers weren't fired on the spot for producing such crap.
I'll still visit crankyland as much as I can.