Where Has The Time Gone?

Guess what, until about 30 seconds my dumbass thought we still had roughly 5 weeks left until D-Day. Apparently the last 10 days or so have flown by so fast (including 3 baby showers in a 7 day span) that I completely forgot to acknowledge that the wife's due date was actually rapidly approaching, instead of remaining frozen in time while we unwrapped copious amounts of onesies. So here we stand,T-minus 3.5 weeks and counting until the little man emerges from his tiny mighty slumber and makes sure I am never able to sleep through the night again. He's apparently already 7 pounds or pure man baby, and if he lands on or after his due date he will be roughly the same size as Ryan Seacrest. I fear for the wife's well being, since the boy seems to be taking after his dad who entered the world as a 22 inch, 9 lb 9 oz megababy. At the same time, I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel a sense of misplaced macho man pride about the fact that the boy already seems to be a lock to not be the last one picked in P.E. class. Maybe all those chewable prenatal steroids I have been mashing up and sneaking into the wife's cereal are finally paying off?