Now that we are in the home stretch of
Dancing babies, leg cramps, and getting up to piss every two hours not only makes for a long, terrible night, but it also means your day is going to suck. My eyes twitch like a crack addict and I am pretty sure my demeanor screams "ASSHOLE." My house is a mess and is starting to smell like a pirate ship (
All anger and "woe is me" aside, knowing that my wee-one will be here soon enough is pretty damn exciting. Somehow, my hubby and I made a pretty awesome kid so I know Baby 2.0 will continue to bring all the joy that Child 1.0 has already set the precedent for. Plus, after the baby shower that was just thrown for us, she'll be dressed so damn awesome that I won't even be able to complain about her eating every two hours and making my pirate ship smell like an orangutan exhibit. I loves me some babies. Just not being pregnant.