He don't, Hang around with the gang no more...

After 3 home tests and a heated debate with a nurse at the womens clinic, it was clearly confirmed...I am spawing. I saw a picture on just what I was getting into and then I wanted to beat the Man...I am incubating an Alien. I quickly realized this is going to be the LONGEST nine months of my life. I am sick, and am slowly growing acustom to Yacking on the side of the road. I am all of a sudden tired at 7 at night, and have no desire to do anything else then have a long intimate night with my bed and pillow. It's going to be the longest saddest part of my time preping...early bed times. How am i suppose to party like I once did? It looks as though this may be it for me.