Coming Soon to a Hospital Near You

I’m 38 ½ weeks pregnant, which means Spiz could come any day now. I’m hoping he’ll wait at least until next Wednesday, because I’m scheduled to do some studio recording on Tuesday night. Does anyone else think it’s weird that even though my band broke up two months ago, we’re still recording an album? Honestly, who’s going to buy it? We haven’t even sold out of our last album yet, and we promoted that one at two years’ worth of shows. Even if we just divide up the CDs and I give my share of them away to everyone I know, I’ll still be left with 150 of them.

Yesterday my sister-in-law called to tell me that wet wipes were on sale at Macey’s and that I should stock up on them. I had totally forgotten about wet wipes. Now I’m wondering how many other things I should have that I don’t even know about. I thought I was all set to bring a baby home because I have a crib, a changing pad, and a few diapers. I think I’m in for a big, fat surprise.

This week I found out that I get to keep my job, but switch to part-time and work from home. This was pretty much the best news of my life, because I wanted to try being a stay-at-home mom but I thought I might get bored out of my mind. I know I’m selfish for being more concerned with my own level of boredom than the well being of my unborn child, but I just can’t help it. Anyway, I’m confident that Spiz will be cool with the situation. He’s been so polite for the last nine months, crammed inside my belly, I’m sure he’ll be the perfect little gentleman when he gets out.