This thought occurs to me:

Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God, I’m having a baby. Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God, WHAT am I going to do? Oh panic, oh panic, I can’t breathe, everything is going to change, Oh my God, Oh my God, panic, panic, life is going to be completely different, Oh my God, Oh my God, I can’t breathe, I can’t think, WHAT am I going to do?

And when I get really wound up, I use Sara’s discovered word of “fuckershit”, which in these times of complete panic seems to sum up my feelings just perfectly.

Oh fuckershit, we’re going to be parents.