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As Shane is certain that his social life will remain the same after the infant is born. Surely, I do not jest. Sir Braggadacio strolls around the house with his chest puffed out like a pigeon. He seems to think that beer with the boys will remain unharmed. Currently, his weekends consist of sports, beers, cards, and buddies. I have gradually introduced him to the fact that things will alter. I'm totally cool about his arrogant claims, he's taking this preganancy better than expected. Yet, it's as obvious as veal at a vegetarian dinner that our lives will evolve, horrendously. In the delusional sector of his mind, he is convinced that he will continue his independent boy hood as I've gladly allowed him to. I smile, laugh, and shake hands with his fallacy, but little does he know what brews in my belly is a big ball of responsibility that I myself will not be able to handle alone.

Shellie's Proverb: A man that holds his dreams in his pocket is a super catch.
For now, I'll let him fly all the way to Pluto with the idea. Who am I to shadow his last six months of sunshine. Please do not take my husband's interpretation of birth as embarking on the jagged edge of gloom. He's just somewhat unrealistic. My Ken doll did not come with the forsight feature. He knows deep in the back of his mind what lies ahead and so carpe diem ala golf. Tim and Kurt, are witnesses to my statement that Shane will be able to golf whenever he wants via video. Shrug, I scream duress. I am constantly reminded that this video is my testament to relinquish him from the iron hand. So for now, I encourage him to get his maximum fill of golf and cerveza with the boys. That's the best a wife can do.

Cleo, the psychic I am not. I embrace the future and the fate that comes unraveling. I wish Shane the best of luck, but will lightening please strike some sense into him? I am hoping that he will gush with delight upon sight of his child, but sometimes men run straight out the door to the nearest bar for a couple shots and a cigar with his team of boys. I expect the latter to occur. Snicker.

One should not perceive a new addition to the family as doomed, but a call to arms for rejoicing and celebration! Change is beautiful. I look forward to it. Deep down inside I know Shane does too.

Lesson: A knowledgeable Grasshopper must remember that all actions can never be reversed.