This is Only a Test
I have no clue as to how we did this, but we actually labored and delivered a baby into the world at 1:17 AM this morning. We. Are. Someone's. Parents. Us. Are you kidding? Certainly Ashton is about to slink out from within the nurse's station, to tell us we got punk'ed. It was all a ruse. Cue audience laughter and roll credits. Come on, you guys didn't actually believe that we were going to let you raise another human being, did you?!
But the scary part is, I think they are letting us. Who is more insane, they, or we?
There is much to tell. I will fill in those details tomorrow, writing of the normal things most write in such situations. Birthweight. Astrological sign. Sure. All that. But inside it isn't real yet. We didn't make this perfect baby. We aren't his only means of making it into the world with a minimum of damage. We couldn't be, after all, could we?
But the scary part is, I think they are letting us. Who is more insane, they, or we?
There is much to tell. I will fill in those details tomorrow, writing of the normal things most write in such situations. Birthweight. Astrological sign. Sure. All that. But inside it isn't real yet. We didn't make this perfect baby. We aren't his only means of making it into the world with a minimum of damage. We couldn't be, after all, could we?