Uh, see that little box on my left sidebar? The one that’s now counting down the days for me until Wiggly arrives (assuming, of course, that he arrives when WE say he should arrive, AMEN)?
Remember that scene from My Cousin Vinny where Marissa Tomei’s character is on the porch demonstrating how her “Biological clock is ticking like THIS!!”? Well, let’s just say that ever since I added that helpful little piece of HTML code, SOMETHING IS TICKING LIKE THIS as well. ‘Cause, you know, there are now specific numbers involved.
Tick. Got that room painted yet?
Tick. Paid for that dresser yet?
Tick. Hired that baby help yet?
Tick. You realize you don’t even have a car seat or stroller, right?
Tick. Or one bottle.
Tick. Or one diaper.
Tick. Signed up for the cord blood banking program?*
Tick. What if breastfeeding doesn’t work (again)?
Tick. Got that super-cow-milking-machine ready to rent on hold?
Tick. Washed those clothes and sheets yet?
Tock. Yes, fucker! I DID do THAT!
Tick. Oh, yeah? Well, what about the baby medicines? Got those, smart ass?
Tick. No. Shit.
And this is why I’m not sleeping so well these days. I thought it was because my hips were making me uncomfortable. But now I realize it’s my BRAIN that hurts.
* About this… we didn’t do this with The Swimmy. We thought about it, but five years ago, stem cells were hardly talked about. They were only used for about 30 diseases, which seemed far-fetched. This time? Definitely doing it – especially with this situation with my mom (who is getting two stem cell transplants as part of her treatment). And? If the Swimmy needs them, there’s a 50% chance of a match for her from Wiggly’s cells (G-d forbid we ever need them.) But, if any of you guys have any experience with this, I’d love to hear it.