Okay. Heart attacks are not awesome. They aren't any kind of awesome. I've never had one, but I can assume they suck.
Yeah, yeah. I know what happens when you assume.
I only bring up heart attacks because, as we get closer and closer to this "ready to have kids" thing, it means we're getting closer to actually HAVING kids. As stated by the modern philosopher, Juno, "Pregnancy often leads to an infant." And those are fucking LOUD.
I want to have kids. I'm ready to be pregnant tomorrow. And then I'm not. And then I am. And then I sleep in and I'm all like, "This is nice." Get used to never doing that again.
Sometimes, I feel like I forget that getting pregnant is not just an excuse to get presents and decorate a new bedroom. It's like A THING. It's like a life-changing, nothing-will-ever-be-the-same thing. Even the process of trying to conceive is life-changing. All of a sudden, you start looking at things that you might never get to do again if you have a kid to worry about. That's a lot of pressure.
Anyway, the heart attacks have subsided for the time being, and I'm not really worried right now. Some days it's all crazy meltdown city, and others are just "meh".
Whatever happens, happens.
Whatever doesn't happen will be compensated for with many fantastic pairs of shoes.
Maybe whatever doesn't happen is better. I am a big fan of shoes.
As always, it's hip to be square (and spazzy), kids.