So I was reading this book last weekend called Pregnancy Sucks, What to do When Your Miracle Makes You Miserable.
and I am now officially terrified. It wasnt so much the labor part, or the part where you just start leaking out of various parts of your body (sorry for the TMI Ryan) but the aftermath.
Essentially the first 3 months. Where the kid has to eat like every 2 hours and be changed every other hour. Luckily I won't be working those first three months, (God Bless you FMLA) but I feel for Adam and our relationship. Holy hell, all I have heard is women are so surprised to make it past that first month. Yeah and intelligent us decided to get the one bed-room apt with the enourmas living room instead of two-bedroom. Auuggghhhh where the hell will the changing table go? and the dresser? and the crib,In the bathroom? The dogs will be dragging diapers everywhere. We will be better off living in my car!!! sweet lord I am hyperventilating. I know that we will only be in the apt for a short time before we move into the house...but that will be during the roughest part. So that's all, keep me and my little Ed (no name yet-Adam is dragging his feet on this one :-) in your thoughts, and hope I don't go crazy!