Exercise, baby names and panic attacks

I spent the entire day today reading about pregnancy stuff. Well, except for an hour where I read about The Crusades. Anyway, yesterday I sent Julie a couple emails with a bunch of names I was thinking about for the baby. One email for girl names; one email for boy names. Today I went back through the list and narrowed it down. It may not sound like a lot, but that took me about 4 hours! Take a name, repeat it over and over, try different pronunciations, then try different spellings, then type in the email why you're keeping it or scratching it...You'll see! Keep in mind I had like 40 names to go through. I have the list narrowed down to about 8 boy names and 8 girl names, so that's cool. Julie might like one of the names I don't, then we're in a fine mess, indeed.

The second part of my day was spent trying to determine just how much exercise Julie can do while she's pregnant. I know it's cool for her to walk and do yoga and stuff, but she's really into weight training (I created a monster) and I want to make sure she's safe. Let me just say: The internet is B I G. Anything you type in returns 800,000 hits, and to wade through them all is tedious and boring as hell. I will say that the March of Dimes website was most helpful. They have lots of little sections where they tell you what to expect in every facet of pregnancy. I learned Julie may get hemorrhoids, which was nice...

I was walking through Albertsons a few minutes ago looking for some stuff and I passed the first aid section. Right there in front was a box of Band-aides that had a little boy holding his scuffed arm on it. At first, I was like, "haha, that's going to be me, soon!" Then I thought, "Holy shit, that's gonna be me - and soon!" It was very bizarre. I started thinking can't handle this! I mean, I'm not ready for this shit. I like clothes and booze WAY too much to have a kid. I mean, once we have a kid we have to spend all my money on band-aides just in case! Know what I did? That's right, I called my Mommy. She didn't answer, of course. Right in the middle of a crisis and the woman doesn't answer. *sigh*

I'm OK now, I just had to breathe a little bit. I'm still stoked, I'm still really happy about the baby, but I've just started to get my little tastes of fear. It's all gonna be OK though, right?