Well... Um. Well.
This is hard. I am overjoyed of course, but this is really, really hard. Pregnancy books are written for the naive and innocent; for people who still think two lines on a stick automatically and inevitably results in a perfect, take-home baby nine months later. If you are reading this, you, like me, know first hand that that is not true. There is no chapter in those books for trying to keep your hopes up; no chapter on how to manage when you are about to shit your pants from fear. You're on your own. I'm on my own...
...with a passenger. A passenger who (please, Oprah, Ellen Degeneres, George R. R. Martin, Kevin Spacey, anybody, please please please) is due March 2, 2015.