My wife is on her way home with a new DVD. It is starring our baby. There are not a lot of locations. Just a womb really. So, production was wicked cheap.
I could not make the doctor's appointment today so Meesh went solo. She called after to tell me that everything looked perfect and told me "Maybe it is better this way...I go and get a DVD for you." She said that because I break out into cold sweats before the doctor gels her belly. Meesh is fine. Like when we fly. I can't breathe and she reads The Barefoot Contessa. If this is any indication of how Jewishly worried I am going to be as a Dad...shit, I need therapy...or valium (yay).
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you don't need anything!! Just love!! You are going to be an amazing father!
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