Waiting on enfant numéro deux...

And that's about what life is right now. I'm not anxious. Mrs Original isn't anxious. Should we be? We've been through this before. We have the staff of one of the 20 biggest hospitals in the country to guide us through. No angst. No strife. Just good times and a new baby.

Anxiety is overrated. Since I "recovered" from my anxiety disorder in college (by the way, you never eliminate it completely; you just manage it more effectively), I've become almost overly chill. But I like it. I don't wear a watch. I don't stress about work. My biggest stress is probably food. Meaning what I'm going to eat and what I ate. I'm overly concerned about preservatives and where stuff originates. So much so that I think that people who shop at Whole Foods are just minions who don't want to have to bother to read labels. They figure that if juice costs $6.59 a carton, it must be better for you and for the world. Au contraire, ignorant shopper.

I am still angsty. I think I will be forever. I'm 30 now. Angst is supposed to dissipate before that. I've always worked best with a chip on my shoulder. No anxiety, though. Just ferocity. I'm ready for the baby and the injustices of the $1.00 surcharge on combos at the hospital food court Charlie Chiang's.