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I'm getting to be an absolute pushover in my old age.
Babies sleep. A lot. More than any of the books prepared me for. (Which reminds me. The second I get a chance, I'm having a bonfire. If I never see What To Expect When You're Expecting again, it's too fucking soon.) The thing I was prepared for? Blood-curdling shrieks, 24-7. There's been a little of that, but not to the gross B-movie proportions I'd dreaded.
More of the sleeping. Kinda boring to the general public, I realize. Will disagrees. He's awed to the point of dopey. It's almost kind of cute.
Awake. Sort of. My mother's absolutely convinced he looks like me. I think she's nuts. God forbid the poor kid face that particular fate.
Anyway. I'm finally home, my kid is healthy, the numbers coming in from Nashua are downright fabulous, and I can drink Diet Coke again. Things are looking up.
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I'm getting to be an absolute pushover in my old age.
Babies sleep. A lot. More than any of the books prepared me for. (Which reminds me. The second I get a chance, I'm having a bonfire. If I never see What To Expect When You're Expecting again, it's too fucking soon.) The thing I was prepared for? Blood-curdling shrieks, 24-7. There's been a little of that, but not to the gross B-movie proportions I'd dreaded.
More of the sleeping. Kinda boring to the general public, I realize. Will disagrees. He's awed to the point of dopey. It's almost kind of cute.
Awake. Sort of. My mother's absolutely convinced he looks like me. I think she's nuts. God forbid the poor kid face that particular fate.
Anyway. I'm finally home, my kid is healthy, the numbers coming in from Nashua are downright fabulous, and I can drink Diet Coke again. Things are looking up.
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