That moment when the magic of pregnancy causes you to be able to sing to your wife the Spinal Tap-esque “Big Veiny Boobies.” Lots of rock falsetto, natch.
We're 38 and 39.
We met when we were both 17.
We talked a lot.
For 20 years.
Then we saw each other.
In two years we dated, said, YAIS LET'S DO THIS, moved to another state to move in together, got hitched, bought a house, took a bar exam, and then peed on a stick.
This is all the shit that happens next.
In Tampa.
