Thanks guys for all of your good wishes. I promise I won't bore you all to death with pending baby mama talk.
JohnnieB, you and my dad would get along just fine...you're both warped. He too jokingly (I hope!) Asked me if my husband-to-be was the baby's father. Nice, dad! All I can tell you is, short of being abducted by Gray aliens and being used as a hybrid mama, yeah, he's the one...uh...wait...no....yeah...he's it.
B_dubb, now that it's official, I have to lay off the baked beans, ravioli, Doritos and other devilish shtuff, so thanks for torturing me with your burger worfing.
No beer or martinis or sangria or red wine until my son is hatched, but that's a-ok with me.
Eddie Coyle, I have news for you, Sacha Baron Cohen can't hold a candle to the late and great Peter Sellers. No way, Jose. I just watched "Being There" the other night...Sellers was simply sublime in his role of Chauncey. Sheer brilliance, yet Sellers was quite the tortured soul in real life...there's always a price to pay for genius, no?
One additional thought about my son I'm carrying... Since I have to (happily) lay off beer, red wine, and sangria for six months, should I also lay off tuning into C2C? I mean, do I risk having George Noory's voice and his Nooryisms reaching into my womb and the eardrums and developing brain of my son? Do I risk his brain and thought patterns - not to mention his articulation and enunciation - being damaged!? Could I live with myself if his first words were "get ready for Mish Shedlock" !!?? Egads!