Questions

It hit me this afternoon at 1:23 p.m. We might be having children. There might be 2 small humans in the apartment this winter. This is big. No, this huge. I telephoned M at work to tell her what I just realized. She told me she couldn't talk (not sure why she picks up the phone-if she cannot speak).

Should I paint their room (which is now an office)? How are we going to fit them into this apartment? Can I swear anymore? Is my sitting in cross- town traffic melt-down no longer appropriate? Should I quit therapy to save money for like college, or diapers? Don't I need a few more weeks in therapy-just to perfect myself (joke).....? Am I going to be a good mother? What the hell do we call ourselves? Isn't the baby's first words going to be "da-da anyway?" Do I try another ivf cycle next year? Do we have the money? Why am I ending every sentence with a question mark. That is annoying.