BOOK IT ALREADY!!!!!!

We're going on vacation! Presumably. We've been talking about having a 4 or 5 day getaway in the immediate future as I am nearing the time where the airlines aren't going to let me fly with them if they think that I might go into labour mid-air. I originally thought New York would be a good place to go seeing as I ain't never been, but hubby suggested somewhere in the Bahamas, which does sound more appealing than New York at this time of year. Today was scheduled as the day that we would sit down at the computer and get this trip decided upon. While I was giving Pumpkin a bath, I sent hubby out to rent a movie, and told him that we'd deal with the trip as soon as Pumpkin was in bed, then we'd watch the movie. That was four hours ago. We haven't seen the movie yet. It appears that I have married a details man, which I kind of knew already, but I have never witnessed it in such a frustrating capacity. First, he instructed me to go to my computer to do my own research, then bring him my searches that he would compare with his searches. This struck me as ridiculous since we'd be searching the same things, and not actually having any dialogue about it. I managed to merge our searches, but we still weren't having dialogue because he had to read the whole internet's worth of information before he could actually form an opinion on our destination. Next, he searched all the packages on the usual travel sites. Then he needed to break up the packages to see if he could book the hotel and flight separately, and come out ahead. At this point, I was still ok with his quest. Then he needed to compare the pricing with other destinations, including cruises that we weren't interested in, just to make sure that he was getting some sort of good value. I started to wonder about his sanity. Next he started looking at maps of the island to see where the hotels were located in relation to all that is supposedly interesting on the island. Then he started looking at smaller islands and reviewing all the literature on a fresh batch of hotels. Now he is reading reviews of these hotels, checking testimonies of those who have already been there. I have left him to deal with it because he has to go through some sort of process that I cannot influence, even though all I want to do is get to a f&*%-ing beach and lie there for a few days. I see five stars, I see sand, I see ocean, I see what appears to be a decent price, I book! It's really quite simple. I'm going to go up to bed without him soon. I know that when I wake up in the morning, he still won't have made any sort of decision as there will be more literature that he will need to review. I love him. I'm grateful that he wants to take us on this holiday. I also want to beat him with a stick right now.