Derek is a snot factory, but the good news is that his fever hasn't returned.
I spent the day doing laundry, washing sheets, making beds, dusting, vacuuming, cleaning toilets and sinks, and wiping my son's nose.
(He doesn't know how to blow. He sucks it in instead. No one ever said he was Harvard material.)
You may think I'm just incredibly domestic (unless you know me), but the truth is I was caught up in a strange form of nesting.
Just as many pregnant women clean everything in sight as their due date draws near, I was nesting for my "baby's" arrival as well.
Only it's my baby daddy.
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So while I can't spell out for you exactly when Josh will be arriving, I can say that when I wake up tomorrow and get in the shower, I will be shaving my legs.
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Also: No 6-pack on the horizon.
I'll keep you posted.
Good Night Moon.