Jena pretty much gave me permission to talk about pregnancy all I want. So I will.
Last night Christian asked me to pick up some ice cream on my way home from teaching. So I stopped by the Walgreens near our house and got him some Rocky Road (and some strawberry for me). As I was buying the ice cream, the friendly lady at the check stand said, "So when are you due?" Really? Really??? I look pregnant enough that she felt comfortable asking when I'm due? When I got home I caught a glance of myself in the mirror. I guess I'm pregnant now.
Yes, that's exciting and all, but let me tell you why I'm in heaven. I received this in the mail last night:
138 pages of calendars, checklists, and charts. Mercy me, does it get any better than that? I am a sucker for calendars and checklists. This is like Christmas, only better.
3 years ago