This time, though, there were a couple things that made it noteworthy—to me, at least. You didn’t think I was writing this for you, did you? First, Karli was having a little trouble walking the whole time. She kept having to hold her belly up and talking about how Squatch might fall out at any time. She told me “Now I understand why pregnant women stand like this all the time.” I was just afraid she might topple over because she’s starting to look a little front-heavy.
Second, we bought some milk. Not really that noteworthy, I know. Happens every week or so. But I happened to look at the expiration date on the carton:
Squatch is due July 8. That means we bought milk with an expiration date after Squatch is set to be here. Now we’ve picked up plenty of food that expires after Squatch is set to be born, and chances are that the milk will be long gone before that point.
But the thing is that this is milk—a highly perishable item—that won’t spoil till after my kid is supposed to be here. You know what means? Holy shit this is close, guys.
Just breathe, people. Breathe. We’ll be okay, I promise.