one way or another…

…i’m gonna find ya / I’m gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha
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My wife, the woman who not-so-long ago was a cute, perky, libidinous "expectant mother", has morphed into a puffy, uncomfortable, keep-you-hands-to-yourself-or-i’ll-break-your-fingers "pregnant" woman in need of meaningful contractions.  "One more month…" I’ll keep telling myself.

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We recently had the second of two baby showers and I must say, I’m glad they are over.  We eloped for our wedding, so this is the first time we’ve really experienced the whole shower thing.  I’m still not comfortable with the idea of people, some virtual strangers, giving me gifts on occasions like this.  I remember feeling the same thing after my high school graduation.