Still waiting on the lad to make the trip down the tunnel of love. I think my wife is singing Billy Ocean's "Get out of my dreams and into my car..." but she replaces "dreams" with womb and "car" with "arms." Maybe not. She hates Billy Ocean. Let's be honest, though, that song has a pretty bitchin' video...definitely worth a youtube trip.
Every noise my wife makes, a cough, a sneeze, a fart....I automatically panic and assume her water just broke.
As we near the end of the pre-natal portion, I've realized just how lucky we've been through all of this. We haven't hit too many bumps in the road. Aside from the naming rights, we haven't disagreed on much. Even on days she thinks she looks terrible, my wife is still looks gorgeous.
Rarely does she complain about being pregnant. It bugs us when people complain about being pregnant. Now, I've never been pregnant. I'm sure that it's a constant battle...being pleasant and pregnant. But, for every person that complains about wanting to get the pregnancy over with, there are probably ten women that would absolutely love to be pregnant, but can't. This makes me very sad.
As for what lies ahead, this song sums it up. I'm not sure where the video is from, but the song is sung by Melissa Manchester and Collin Raye.
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