With each pre-baby project we finish, I lose one more distraction to keep me from obsessing about the impending obliteration of my bits and that whole feeding-and-care-of-your-killer-newborn-overlord thing. Not that I obsess. Ever. That's totally not my personality. *pauses to adjust welding goggles hanging from life-sized cardboard cutout of NPH*…
So I'm officially done leaving the house until I'm on my way to the place with the epidurals. I can't even take a walk around the block without getting stopped by someone who wants to talk about the weather balloon I'm smuggling under my shirt. "When are you due? Do…
My attention span is getting shorter than my length of time between pees, so I'm going to distract you with the fantastic-ness that people send me. First, the cute. Patty Punker gave me this. I was going to originally wait and snap a pic with Paul in it, but based…
