Laugh At Me Later
I am not letting having children interfere with my gaming.
We'll see, of course, if I am to eat these yummy words.
Right now, we're still on hiatus because of the Any Time Now edge-of-our-seat(-is-beginning-to-hurt-bottom) situation, but that's more a matter of distance from doctors than anything else.
I think it's part of my whole "having/making" time conundrum, really. What better way to teach gaming manners than by starting young? "Always chew gaming munchies with your mouth closed."
Who says I can't breastfeed at the table? (If you can use a miniature of a female barbarian without a top, I can't see that you should complain.)
I might have to switch to safer, larger dice that are fairly swallowproof.
And plastic sheet holders for my characters so that the drooling doesn't mysteriously change my hitpoints.
I can fit my dice in the diaperbag.
I can design scenarios around magical childrens' toys.
I can even kill martians one-handed if necessary.