In the kitchen and pregnant
Man, is it really only Wednesday? This week is draaaaaaaaaaging by. But I really don’t want to speed anything up because that just puts us closer to D-Day for the big baby event which I’m still not sure I’m ready for. It hit home in a different way last week while Becky and I were trapsing across the internet looking for cheap last minute tickets to go somewhere and see Laura Lippman (btw, it’s cheaper to fly from Detroit to LAX than from Detroit to Minneapolis).
Once the baby comes we won’t be able to do this. In fact, the baby was already mucking up the plans because the reason we were looking at flights is because Becky couldn’t stomach the thought of an 8 hour car ride to Minneapolis. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not mad about the baby and I am looking forward to it, but I don’t deal well with change. And this one’s a biggie.
This is why, if it’s at all possible, I want to take the baby and the wife to Baltimore for Bouchercon in October. I want my baby to be well-traveled and I don’t want my life to change very much. We’ll see how that works in reality though.
And continuing the mixed-gender roles theme we’ve got going here this week. Guess which one of us screwed up dinner last night? And it wasn’t the wife. Apparently you can add too much water to a bag of instant fettuccini alfredo.