Knowing

Welp, twelve hours from now we’ll know. We’ll know if we’re having a boy or a girl. We’ll know, as far as possible anyway, if we’re having a bowl of toes. We’ll know that there’s an actual being in there, gestating. We’ll know that for the next 18 years or so – if all goes well – we are responsible for keeping something alive. We’ll know that it’s a bigger deal than the various cats and dogs we’ve been keeping alive for some time now (though that’s not to take anything away from the cats and dogs). As Ms said tonight, “Welp, we’re in it for good tomorrow.” Honeybunny, we were in it for good when we found out. Arguably we were in it for good back in April. I mean, we were in it for good back in April but … oh hell you know what I mean. Ms also said tonight that she’d been waking up at 4:30 absolutely starving. I’d heard that might happen, but Ms hadn’t said anything about it. I was going to leave something tasty by the bed for her. You know, just in case. But I reasoned through the scenario and decided that I should tell her, because I’m not 100% sure anyone – no matter how awake and hungry they think they are – would notice food 10 inches away at 4:30 in the morning. I’m a practical man, I am. Next time I post, I’ll know if I’m going to have a son or a daughter. We know what we think we’re getting. This is …...