Bryan: So what’s on tap for tonight?

Me: I don’t know, but I can’t be at home.  I just can’t.

Bryan: Well.. what do you want to do?

Me: I don’t want to be at home.

This is what poor Bryan has had to put up with for the last week or so.  There has just been this overwhelming need for me to cram non-stop life into my own being before the birth of Tony, as if I will never, ever have another chance to venture outside of my house.

I know that’s stupid.  I know how crazy it sounds.  But it’s what plagues me.  I want to go to concerts, I want to travel, I want to eat foods that I’ve never heard of.  As if my life is being truncated when I push this precious baby out. 

Bryan has been more than understanding, racking his brain for the better part of an afternoon to think of something we could do.  He offered to take me to a movie, but I declined.  Sitting in a dark room wouldn’t do it.  So we settled on eating horrible chinese at the mall and people watching.

OOOH, and then we saw our favorite new show that we never knew existed before last night, NBC’s The Singing Bee.  Oh, good Lord, was that FUN!  Seriously, we spent an hour singing along, kareoke style, and had a blast.  It blew the Fox version, some show with a lot of words in the title, out of the water.  Everyone should tune in.. Monday nights at 7:00.  Good times.

I love my husband a whole bunch.  He takes a personal stake in my happiness, which is the coolest thing ever.  He’s been nothing but understanding through the entire pregnancy and he’s put up with quite a bit from me.  I feel very blessed to have him by my side, and Tony’s got a great father to look forward to.

Oh, and at Flickr, you can gaze at my amazing cleavage.