It’s unbelievable that that there are only a few short weeks left before the baby is finally emancipated from the confines of the uterus, allowing me to claim I have officially sired a whelp.
In the mean time, I’m off to the land of pannekoeken, bicycles, and lax regulation of recreational drugs again tomorrow, so my next lame post will be somewhat delayed. Yes, I’m leaving an 8 month pregnant wife with swollen feet and hands who can’t reach the top shelf of cabinets and needs help with buttons. And hey – I’ve got no problem with that. Women fought long and hard for equal rights in this country and they got them now, by god. Maybe they should have thought long and hard about those equal rights as if they were pregnant and swollen. Cuz you can’t have it both ways, Lydia Chapin Taft.
Sorry all, I have to end this post a little early as I have to take a few things down from the top shelf of the pantry and am scheduled to give a foot massage.