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most posts i regret and this no doubt will be the richest plum of them all. for all none of you who seek out my seasoned and measured advice, here this. the only advice i have for all you pregnant women and your terrified husbands (of which there are many, many of each group in our present circle) is this: if you are fortunate enough to scrap together five bloody years as a couple in the warfare that is marriage, do not bring your precious byproduct of those five years on your anniversary date. "why would i want a babysitter when we can spend a lovely evening together as a family?" you think as you foolishly refuse offers to babysit from skeptical friends. she is the best thing that has ever happened to you, no doubt. and while your evening may begin with each spouse minstrelling balads of gratitude and times gone by, you will end the evening with a screaming child and to-go boxes, profuse apologies to the world for bringing a child to a nice restaurant, and standing up over your desk like a crazed liberace banging out your next angry blog post. you will have had neither the mex chocolate cake or the custardy flan for dessert you have been trying to decide between since you heard the violent debates on the merits of each on cnn. being a mother is great blah blah blah. of course we love being parents. we are completely obsessed with our child. but i will love being a mother the most when our precious gift is asleep and i am eating a hamburger out of a plastic box.