Well I had the baby. A little boy who has grey eyes and auburn hair like me. I've nicknamed him squeaky, because he makes all these funny little noises. The kid is an absolute godsend! She loves being a little momma which gives me some peace and sleep. Capt is the over protective parnoid dad, which is actually cute and sexy all at the same time. Life is good, Life is chaotic, Life will never be the same. That's ok though. There are days I love Capt, and days I swear he's attempting suicide by redhead. The kid finished school with straight A+'s for the whole year. She really is the best kid. I got lucky with her. The squeaky is a pain, eating every 2 hrs, preemie, health issues, but he does know his momma alreay and it does melt my cynical, jaded heart. I wanted to travel, trek through the Andes when the kid went off to college. That has all been put on hold another 18years. I did that for Capt. Capt seems to understand sometimes, then other times he cleary doesn't. Nothing is black and white. Life seems to be nothing but shades of grey these days, probably from lack of sleep
On the bright side, no more maternity clothes ;D