I am so sure my husband is wondering why someone did not write this book to give him an idea as to what he is in for…poor guy. 

Even though he is overseas, he still catches the brunt of it through phone calls, emails and instant messenger. I mean, I think it’s only fair to involve him since he can’t experience the real thing….or run out for craving demands late at night, rub my feet, tell me I don’t look fat (even when I look like Jabba the Hut) and listen to my howls and screams when the baby kicks me extremely hard. 

I found THE ultimate hospital bag… Of course, it is already filled with all types of narcissitic pregnancy/labor goodness…Lip gloss, eyeliner, designer pajamas, rhinestone hair clips– I mean really, it’s ridiculous.  Of course, the baby has to come home in something fabulous. Exactly what that is, I haven’t exactly found it yet.  But when I do, rest assured, it will be along the same lines as my stuff LOL!