According to the piggy bank that sits in our kitchen, we're poor. (See, it says it right there.) Since it only holds our New York Post money, I don't neccessarily believe it. But I have been in money freak out mode lately. While babies in and of themselves aren't that expensive (seriously), I want to be 100% debt-free by the time it arrives. (Damn you wedding and honeymoon!) I'm not sure why. Lord know he/she won't care. But it'll make me feel more ready.
Nate's so feeling the freak out, too. He's all, How are we going to pay for college? We need own a home! We need more in our 401ks!
Having two of us freak out at once is not pretty. We usually take turns. For the sake of sanity, perhaps I'll let Nate own this worry for now. Besides, if you really look at that bank, we're almost rich, right?