Watched a video on this here whole baby makin' process this evening. It made far more sense after 4 Miller High Lifes. It is indeed, the champagne of beers. I was asked earlier this evening whether the pregnancy seemed "real," to which my response was, "it will be real enough in a few months." Right now I am completely content feeling the unrealness for a few more months while I can. Plan for the future but live in the present, or something like that. I learned interesting terms tonight, like "mucous plug" and "bloody show," the latter sounding like a line from A Clockwork Orange. But anyways, the upshot is that I feel a bit better about this whole impending baby business, and that I am further convinced that beer makes everything better. Go Milwaukee!