Even as we speak, some smartypants computer-y guy is installing a new Mamarazzi template and porting the data from our old to a new server. This is something we've been working on since April, so this is a very. long. pregnancy.
And now there's nothing I can do but wait to hear from him.
You know in movies from the 1930s when a woman was having a baby, they'd show the scene where the father paces around the hospital waiting room, smoking cigarette after cigarette, freaking out, being a nervous wreck, and trying to act like he's OK?
Well, that's me. All except the cigarettes.
I'll let you know when it's time to start handing out cigars.