Today, I'm going to clean. Ya, I've ignored the dog hair and extraneous dishes long enough. I know it's not like the place has to be baby proofed tomorrow, but I am an adult. And an Intended Parent. Time to start acting like one. (Plus Scott said he would feel like a better intended parent if the place was clean. Stressed-Scott is no fun, so if for no other reason I'll do it.) But I want it to be clean too. I hide out in my bedroom to avoid my roommate, but I can't let the place fall apart just because I'm in a tense living situation. (Which will be over in 5 months! YAY!)
Scott was so cute last night after he chilled out a little. He kept poking me and saying "I wants a baby" and "If this works, we're going to have a baby" in his sleepy voice. Melts my heart y'all. Of course he had to be a smart-ass and add "You did warn Rachel that if this baby isn't a boy, Rachel has to keep it?" He can't stay serious for too long. I better warn Rachel that he's sassy.
I am so incredibly excited for tonight, I can't even tell you! I feel like I slammed 10 coffees and I haven't had ANY. All jittery and can't sit still, I think it's gonna work people! Not enough exclamation points in the world for me to communicate my excitement!!! EXCITED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Or as my thesaurus suggests:
anxious, avid, breathless, eager, enthusiastic, expectant, impatient, in suspense, on tenterhooks |
Ok, I should stop putting off beginning my cleaning. It's not going to be fun but I'm excited to see Scott's face when he comes home tonight. I think today I will tackle the living room...
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