My two stipulations for birth are this:
1) More narcotics than you can shake a stick at
2) Plenty of “Eye of the Tiger” during pushing said middle-nameless crotch parasite out.
It’s entirely likely that I will be denied #1 due to the hungry gleam in my eyes that makes doctors uncomfortable because it screams “ADDICT,” and I’ll probably forget to put on the “Eye of the Tiger” at the appropriate time, but who cares?
Birth is the first in a long line of things about parenthood that you have no control over, so why not embrace it?
That said, I’m dying for something to take my mind off of the impending birth, so let’s run a contest and see who can guess correctly what Amelia will measure. I’m sure I’ll be late in awarding prizes, but you know, better late than never, right Coco?
The stats for my two other kids:
Ben: 7 pounds 13 oz, 19 inches long
Alex: 7 pounds 10 oz, 20 inches long
Oh, and for my commentor J, who wanted proof that my feet don’t always look like the monstrosity that they currently are, here is a picture from when I busted my foot back in June. Please don’t mind my lack of pedicure, because I sure as shit don’t.