The combination of watching the TV coverage of our pre-Thanksgiving snowstorm and a recent viewing of 'Anchorman' reminded me of past days spent thinking up not-so-clever names for events: Winter Freeze, Terror in the Skies, The Great Recession. Or this:
Helen and I have been on 'Baby Watch 2010' for a few days now (maybe more like weeks for her.) I feel like I should have a running clock or counter at the bottom of each post, signifying how many days or hours away we are from meeting Norby, a local expert telling you how the baby's feeling and slick graphics with 'whooshy' sound effects.
As much as I've tried, it's hard not to get swept up in the hysteria of almost having a baby, especially when the doctor says the baby will be here soon. I anticipate being a little distracted at work, as I wait for the call from Helen saying it's time to go. Then it'll be 'breaking news' time. You stay classy!
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