Can I get an extension?

Now that we’re starting the third trimester, I can’t help but feel like this actually is happening. I am actually going to be a father. And as I contemplate fatherhood, I am reminded of many a crisp fall Sunday I spent growing up in New England. I can picture myself now – coming home from a grueling soccer game and curling up in bed with a book – a beast of a book – about 500 pages long. And for some reason, I am just starting to crack open this beast, despite the fact that I have to turn in a ten page paper on it the next morning. And I have to get at least a B+.

I'm so screwed.

On a lighter note, here is a picture of Kristin with Whoopie Goldberg.