Well, we're grown ups now. My wife and I met with a mortgage rep at a bank today. Scary stuff, but we realized that our one bedroom house - which we love - is an eventual recipe for disaster when we add a baby into the mix. It'll be do-able for a little while, but come a year or two from now, this kid's gotta have his/her own room. Wow, at times like this, I wish I could go back in time one year and find myself; find the me who thought he knew how the rest of his life would go. I would just look at him, smile, and shake my head while he asks, "What? Do you know something? What?"
Also - our friend had a good suggestion for a baby name: boy or girl - Optimus Prime.
88 days until baby.