I feel vaguely like Vincent D’Onofrio in Men in Black when he emerges from the crater in his new Edgar suit. Awkward. Incapable of anything but gross and inelegant movements. As awkward as that comparison.
I’m only thinking about one thing: The (Forthcoming) Critter.
OK, two things. The second being how long it will be before The Lovely J smacks the shit out of me when I ask, “How about now? Feel anything now?”
Just found out that my Aunt had one contraction and my cousin was out. Interesting.
Off to work. I have to go pay attention on an early morning conference call.
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In 12 months when you want to sit and watch the game, and J wants you to take care of The Critter so that she can have a break, remind her of this time when YOU were so solicitous, and she rejected you.
LOL. Sounds like a tip based on experience.
you do realize that when the contractions start, J will likely be in complete agony for 15 hours (the average) before the child pops out? and you’ll have to watch. i recommend scotch. of course it will all be worth it when young Michael is born…
And the funny thing is we totally haven’t told anyone that Michael is our preferred name for either a boy or a girl.
And scotch for either the mother or father during labor.
i actually know a girl named michael, so it’s work either way. and the scotch is for everyone, of course!
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