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So I have a baby coming. I think I told the internet that a couple of months ago. It'll be here in about two more months. Which is fucking CRAZY, because I have nothing ready for him. Well, that isn't completely true. I do have a crib and some furniture. And I have a ton of clothing. I also know some people who I need to give my address to and keep forgetting to get back to them.
(By the way, I haven't "written" in this thing in a long time and I am really enjoying the font they pick for you while "writing." And this is the first blog I ever had, so I figured I should keep it up.)
Anyway, I haven't been on the old LJ in a while. Apparently, everyone on here has a kid now, or a really awesome lifestyle. My life's pretty great, but I don't have a kid yet--but I WILL, and while everyone here is scaring the bejeezus outta me (I'll never sleep, good luck with getting your son to stay still for five fucking minutes, etc.), I'm pretty effin' stoked about that. I'm just waiting around at the moment. I'm actually getting impatient. I want him to hurry up and pop out of there, if for nothing else, for my wife's sake. She's MISERABLE.
But she's awesome, too, and we're both pretty excited by the idea of having this little awesome boy who we can put in a sailor suit and make him listen to Gerry Rafferty albums.
(By the way, I haven't "written" in this thing in a long time and I am really enjoying the font they pick for you while "writing." And this is the first blog I ever had, so I figured I should keep it up.)
Anyway, I haven't been on the old LJ in a while. Apparently, everyone on here has a kid now, or a really awesome lifestyle. My life's pretty great, but I don't have a kid yet--but I WILL, and while everyone here is scaring the bejeezus outta me (I'll never sleep, good luck with getting your son to stay still for five fucking minutes, etc.), I'm pretty effin' stoked about that. I'm just waiting around at the moment. I'm actually getting impatient. I want him to hurry up and pop out of there, if for nothing else, for my wife's sake. She's MISERABLE.
But she's awesome, too, and we're both pretty excited by the idea of having this little awesome boy who we can put in a sailor suit and make him listen to Gerry Rafferty albums.