Bryan and I were sitting on the couch--he on the computer, and me with one of my pregnancy books. I was reading about the 29th week of pregnancy and it showed a picture of what the little chicken looked like, so I showed him. Bryan stopped clicking on the computer and was flipping ahead to see what was to be expected in the coming weeks. After a while his face went very somber and he turned to me and said:
"You're going to get your ass kicked in the next few weeks. I'm so sorry."
I know honey. I know.
At least your are prepared.
Posted by: Aimee Greeblemonkey | January 28, 2008 at 10:53 PM
Wait until you get the foot in the ribs...I actually saw a limb poking from my side lastnight. Kind of freaks me out a little. 8 more weeks:)
Posted by: cousin | January 29, 2008 at 06:57 AM
You'll be okay, because the ass-kicking will be mitigated by the excitement of meeting your son soon (says the man who's never been kicked from the inside).
Posted by: Shawn | January 29, 2008 at 10:57 AM
Yes, it's coming. But you will love every minute of it. You will.
Posted by: SJ | January 29, 2008 at 11:30 PM