“I’m having pretty strong contractions baby.”Â That’s what she says to me at 7:15 am.Â
“It’s not August 5th yet.Â That’s against the rules.”
That’s how the morning started.Â I’ll fill in details later, as typing on my phone is annoying.
So, Desmond Gregory Bullard was born at 10:05 this morning, after 3 hours of all-natural labor.Â 6lbs 6oz. 20 inches long.
There you go.
I think they get away with too much. Think about it: If you were typing at your computer, and someone walked up and started smashing his hand on your keyboard, how would you react? You’d be all, “What the heck?!” But for some reason babies get this free pass to do whatever they want. That doesn’t seem right to me.
And then, after that jerk messes up what you’re typing, he craps his pants, and screams at you until you clean him up.
And he won’t stop hitting your keyboard (the musical kind) with a drumstick. He’s going to break it. And when he does, will this deadbeat live-in who doesn’t pay rent get a job to pay to fix it? No. See? Jerks.