I fly out tomorrow and I still haven't even gotten my bags out of storage... I'm tempted to just go lay my son down by my husband and tell him that until he wakes up at least once in the night for this baby, he doesn't get to be tired.. he wanted to make our baby so he can damn well help me take care of it! or at least help me out around the house instead of sitting on his phone and bitching about every little mess. gahh! rant over...