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.
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