Good Lord I am an impatient boy right now.
I am sitting here across from my very pregnant – very beautiful – very puffy ankled bride waiting.
Waiting for baby.
Waiting for change that you can feel inching toward you.
So
Stinking
Slowly
It is all I can do to keep the drool from drowning me.
I swear to God that time has fractured in our home. No matter how much I try I can’t shake this groggy stupor called waiting for baby.
The one crammed inside me wife.
As slow as this has been for me, at least I don’t have a twisty hiccupy being crushing my bladder.
Only 8 more days.
Next millenium, when this is all over, I will post again.