Could you describe the ruckus?

One of our student workers just walked in and asked how the baby's doing, and I said "fine" because, as far as I know, things are just peachy in my uterus. Then he asked if I was feeling excited, and (maybe it's because I've been awake since 4 today and am feeling kind of cranks) I said "Well, yeah, but I have 9 more weeks, so I'm not a flurry of excitement yet." And he told me he was three months early and that "you never know." Bite your tongue, young man. While I would be happy with her arrival at any time, I'm not at all hoping she comes THIS early. Preemies are not exactly easy to take care of, from what I've heard. And, geez, I can remember being nervous the first 4 months Lil J was alive and couldn't hold his head up on his own yet. I can't imagine holding a 4-pound baby and not getting a head of gray hair. Gah. I don't need this kind of pressure from a 19-year-old! I need to put a sign on my chest that reads "Any comments about my baby or appearance should be filed with YOUR BUTT. Thank you." Is that too harsh?