It's Happened Already...

No, I didn't have a spontaneous pregnancy. That's not possible, remember?

It's something far more frightening: after almost 5 years of playing hockey at least once a week, these days more like 3-5 times per week, we have started to feel like the impending parenthood attempts are just more important. All of a sudden, hockey is not the critical thing it once was.

I guess that means we're ready (c'mon eggs, drop!) but it's still bizarre to be at this point, after being at such a different point for so long. Don't get me wrong, hockey is still fun, but suddenly, we're willing to miss games for things like dinners with other moms and crap like that.

First Andrea cooks, now this. What's next?