When I stop to really think about it, I don't think it's so terrible, and I'm sure it's not that uncommon, but damned if I don't feel guilty about it. I mean, that was some time I could have been working on the nursery (it's fully modeled in Sketchup, by the way), or trying to get into shape, or figuring out what I want to be when I grown up, or anything that would help me be a better parent. As excited as I am about being Dad to some little guy or gal, it's really really terrifying to me that I sometimes forget that it's growing. Hell, it's terrifying to me that I still think poop is funny and I'm about have a kid (although: since poop is so funny to me, I'm hoping I'll at least get a good laugh out of the diaper changing)... I don't know what all is going on in my head, but darn it if it isn't going on a lot.

Alright, to bed.

-J