Tadpole In Waiting

Now that I've taken one or two or twenty deep, comforting, in-with-the-blue-out-with-the-red restorative breaths, I can talk more about the antibaby.

Maybe at some point in the future there will be a probaby, but that's not what we're going to discuss here.  We're going to discuss my friends' and family's reaction to the potential tadpole.

Wade:  I'm supportive, really.  No.  Really.  I really am.  I think it'd be great. (For the love of christ, do you know how much a child costs?  Not just in money but in time?  Do you know that with my two children, I cannot be your sole source of support while you endlessly digest every tiny damn thing that you're thinking and feeling?  Also, husband.  Mine needs attention too.  Oh!  Also!  Health insurance.  Better look into that, sister.)

Cita:  Awww...baby!  I love having mine, although I considered briefly leaving him on the side of the road for a bit as payback for all the awful things pregnancy did to my body.  And mind.  But he's adorable and mostly sleeps and thank goodness for family and friend support because otherwise I'd go coockoo!!

Sister:  Think you are?  I always wanted one.  But if you get one, Momma won't move out here by me because she'll want to be around the baby and yeah, yeah, that's cool, except could you maybe consider not being so damn greedy with the Momma time?  I need her too!

Momma:  I'll kill you.
Me:  Kill me?  Why?
Momma:  'Cos you're not married yet.
Me:  I think we'd take care of that problem with a quickness.
Momma:  Yeah.  THE NEXT DAY.

This chat with Momma was had after I told her about how late I was and how much I wondered if I were with tadpole.  After that, we wandered around Target and cooed at the monkey baby clothes and toys.

So, we'll see what happens.