baby on the brain(?)

See the title of this post? It really should be "baby on the bladder" but that sounds gross and too personal so just forget that I said that. I sent this email out to the office this morning:

All,

Just thought I would let you know that we’ll have a new employee starting in the Preprofessional office sometime in November. He’s even graciously posed for a picture to help you get to know him (see attached). (Actually I can’t find the real picture – so this one will have to do).

No names yet – although Greg is pulling for “Constantine” – I say, “over my dead body” on that one.

FAQ’s:

1)      I will be taking FMLA but I won’t be quitting my day job (I love it too much)

2)      Yes – this means the missionaries are leaving our house (hallelujah!)

3)      If you’ve wondered if I’ve just been eating at a lot of bbq’s – stop wondering – I’m not getting fat – but the baby is (at least I hope that is the way it works).

4)      This is probably the worst kept secret in the world – but we wanted to make sure all things were a go before we make any big announcements – so thanks for being patient if you’ve been wondering but haven’t wanted to say anything . . . .

My coworker stopped by and said, in essence - I'm glad you said something because I was worried you were just packing on the lb's. So warm - so comforting.

So here is the question of the day - feel free to answer or not answer it - we have pretty much ZERO baby things. ZERO. So - what is the one thing that you suggest? Pretty please - tell us - we are desperate in the sense that either we are going to buy everything because we think we need it or we are going to end up buying nothing because we don't want to waste our money on crap. And then all of the sudden we realize that the hospital won't let us leave unless we actually buy a carseat. See - we are kind of in trouble.