Friday is the big day. Or is supposed to be the big day, but who knows when she'll actually decide to grace us with her birth?
As the day gets closer, everyone and their uncle's sister's brother's cousin weighs in on when she'll come or in some cases when she shouldn't come. Here's a sampling I've what I've heard:
"She needs to wait til Nov. XX cause that's my birthday."
"You don't want to have a Halloween baby.. maybe if it were a boy but you don't want a Halloween girl"
"When's the moon going to be full?" (and that will tell us what???)
Regardless of when she'll actually come, what the experts say, or what the well wishers want... she'll come when she's darn good and ready. And I know this because she is going to be my daughter and if she's anything like me she'll do what she damn well pleases. :P
As for the father to be, I'm anxious. I picked up a new book (a light comic fatherhood book called "Pop Culture: The sane man's guide to insane world of new fatherhood". It's the second one I've read on fatherhood and I'm liking it better than the first one.
How's mom? Done. Ready. Willing. Waiting.
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