Nothing. I’m happy the baby is still safe and sound and all that but seriously could you get out of BeAGoodMom’s belly already. I’m ready for some serious dadding. I’m ready for some serious diaper changing. I’m ready for some serious waking up grumpy at 2am and still needing to find a way to stay calm and talk nice to a little grumpy butt.
I’m tired of making plans on how to handle calling in the babysitter and having back up and double back up plans. I’m tired of trying to rush certain work projects and push off other work projects because of the impending arrival. I’m tired of spending money every time I go to target picking up diapers and cute little pajamas.
Taco Supreme, if you are reading this, I will give you $10 if you get this labor thing started before work starts tomorrow.
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Preach it brother. I am with ya.
I have to join along in that. I’m tired of having the house ready for little ones to come stay and waiting by the phone all the time for the call. I’m tired of making sure I don’t get too far away when shopping, etc. in case the call come to come get the little noodles.
Aw heck, my wife says the 39th week is nothing. Try having all of the family come into town to see the firstborn only to have the little critter hole up and stay in the womb an extra 10 days. Now that sucks. Extreme physical discomfort, 100+ degree temperatures outside and a house full of people who keep staring at you and asking “anything yet?” Yep, 41.5 weeks for the first kid then all the others showed up early. Go figure.