Last night when I got home from a heated round of Euchre (my partner and I went down, hard) there was a message from my financial planner on the answering machine. It went something like this: “Hi Kim, thanks for the holiday card, congratulations on the upcoming arrival…call me so we can meet to come up with a plan for the new arrival, etc. etc.” Basically he’s alluding to the fact that there’s MORE PLANNING involved in having this baby. I sort of forgot that we need a college fund and life insurance and all those other grown up things. Seriously. Along with cholesterol-lowering medication, this is the second grown up problem I’ve encountered this week. I don’t think I’m ready for it, but I don’t seem to have a choice.