cinco de mayo is supposed to be about independence, after all
every morning now the missus and i wake up and look deeply into each other's eyes, lost in connubial bliss. ahh, a new day! we embrace, thankful to have our health and each other. then, gradually, i can just barely make out the black cloud of terror that slowly fogs over her cornea. without fail, one of us will say with an almost imperceptible shudder of horror: "one day closer to baby."
but you know what? as a friend pointed out, 05/05/05 would be a really cool birthday, wouldn't it?
yes. yes, it would ... for someone else's kid.