what’s worse?
Staying at your friends’ house in San Francisco and forcing them to sleep on an air mattress in their living room because you’re sleeping in their bed downstairs next to the nursery that is unused OR doing all of that to a 39-week pregnant woman!?
Marc and I are headed straight to HELL. And not just normal hell - we’re going to a place saved for especially bad people like us - people who get drunk in front of pregnant ladies, who touch pregnant-bellies without asking, and those that ask “How far along are you?” to a woman that isn’t even pregnant.
Listening: Blood On The Wall (This is the kid’s most favorite travel music. Although, there are a few songs that are a little too slow and pretty for him…But, most of their songs works so much better than baby-lullabies. I don’t know if I should be stoked or scared.)
No way. We sleep really good on the air mattress.
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