I know, I know. It's been three weeks again. It's a wonder any of you will still speak to me. Actually, given that about a month has gone by since I was even remotely responsive to emails and comments, maybe you aren't actually still speaking to me. Now, here is where many would go on about being bad bloggers and such, but I shan't do that. What I WILL do is apologize to the folks with whom there were ongoing conversations (especially the really enlightening conversation about the genetics of redheads - if only we'd known how relevant that was at the time) for literally dropping off the face of the planet. Dudes. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, I swear. It's like...one minute there we were rocking along in our little groove, doin' our own thing, and the next....
People, we are making a baby.
Apparently, I needed a few weeks to get my head around that one. So, I'm sorry if I ran off distractedly in the middle of a conversation.
Anyway....hells bells....a BABY. Isn't that fun? God help us. Also? I'm still not convinced that I'm grown up enough to have kids. Seriously, doesn't 38 seem really young to be making such a drastic decision? Doesn't it? Hell, I still get a not-so-secret thrill from playing hooky from work and lounging around the house all day in my PJ's. That's not something Responsible Grown Ups do...is it? Actually, I still like to do lots of things that I always thought Responsible Grown Ups didn't do. Oh dear, already our child is doomed to a life of smart-assed rebellion and a tarnished attendance record. This can't be good.
Um, does anyone know where I can find a 'Good Mommy' stand-in? ;)