Time is moving relatively slow

It's the waiting that's killing me!
I think Einstein was right.
Time is relative.
And at the moment it is moving relatively slow.
It seems like Sara has been pregnant since the mid eighteen hundreds. I find it hard to remember a time she wasn't prego.
Hurry up Picard!!! Gosh!
Poor old Sara is worrying so much it is making her ill.
I understand and share her concerns but I have to believe in my heart that the Captain is fine.
I think that one day we will look back on this time and wonder what all the worrying was for. Besides I believe that the good Lord will bring us a blessing in whatever form the Captain comes in and we will both be eternally grateful.
I am cautiously getting more and more excited as the time is approaching for his arrival.
I keep wondering what kind of a son I will have.
It's funny how Sara and I see things differently.
Sara just envisions a baby. I on the other hand have skipped over the screaming, pooping, upchucking baby and am envisioning how he will be when he is able to speak and play and get into trouble.
I know he has to go through the baby phase to get to the little monster stage but I choose to ignore that. (hey it's my fantasy so back off).
I hope he is like I was and has wonder and fascination for this world we live in and not turn out an ignorant jock.
I cant wait to show him everything and take him everywhere.
This kid is going to travel and see the World. Mark my words.