A baby. Me. I'm having a baby. I'm a mother. In just three months, I'll have another human to take care of on the outside world. I'm taking care of him now, of course, but it will be a whole different thing when he's living in our house and I have to feed him, bathe him, and care for him. Some days, I'm totally ready. I think that I can totally handle everything and am not worried at all. Other days, I wonder what on Earth I signed up for. What was I thinking? I CAN'T possibly take care of a baby. A baby that is going to turn into a child. And then turn into a teenager. And then an adult. It will be our job to raise him into an upstanding member of society. Who signed me up for THAT?