I'm certainly not free of a little anxiety when it comes to parenting, which will begin soonish we hope, Mette Marie and I, but upon reading Jimmy Riccitello's Life as a housewife I'm much more confident. A baby sounds like fun, behold:

He (the baby) eats about every three to four hours. It takes about 20 minutes to feed and burp him. I love burping him. I've found that by varying the intensity and speed of my burp pats, I can produce a multitude of belches. I've taken to taping his belches on the Dictaphone for posterity. So far I've got about ten minutes straight of burping.

And on the horror stories of the sleepless nights, dirty diapers and barf all over the place etc. Jimmy offers this:

…there is a crying baby, dirty diapers, barf, laundry, lack of sleep, and lots of poop. Actually, there's an amazing amount of poop when you consider we're talking about a small baby. I haven't officially weighed the dookie yet, but I'm thinking that, pound for pound, nothing craps as much as a baby. Coming from me, that's saying a lot, but I digress. My point is that it just isn't that bad. It probably takes about three hours of my day to tend to the chores associated with a baby. That leaves a lot of time for other things.

It's a nice little gem of a story.

If you like reading about raising a kid and poop stories you should go visit Heather B. Armstrong's Dooce.com. She has a very cute dog too, and she takes a lot of photos of it and her daughter Leta.