That's right. As you may or may not know, I am expecting. We no longer need to keep putting diapers on the cat and trying to enroll her in nursery; we will have an actual human child which we may happily spoil and raise in the dark arts, as polite society intends.
The bad news is that being pregnant is a physically taxing experience. For all the rewards, it comes with the drawbacks of physical discomfort, to put it mildly, and my condition does not leave me in the position to adopt many positions. Say, for instance, the position of sitting in front of the drafting table, slaving lovingly over your highly prized commissions. So, with some reg