Will it really be that bad?

It’s 3:17am and all of a sudden, a baby is crying in the other room. WTF?

“What is that? Brent, what is going on?”

“It’s a crying baby. It’s your
turn.”

“What?!”

Shocked, dazed, confused, I stumble out of bed.

Brent’s phone alarm is going off … The sound … A baby’s cry.

What is this? A cruel joke?

I’m pissed. I can’t believe he did that. Can’t he see I’m pregnant and exhausted and not in the mood for any midnight jokes??!!

As I’m writing this, I’m cracking up. His sense of humor is hysterical. This is going to be my reality in 9 months! Wow. Nice little “wake up call.”

I’m just wondering … Will it really be that bad?