Thus far it has been a pretty rotten pregnancy. I thought Aiden's was bad, but this is worse. I have pondered about this post for sometime. Mostly witty titles, so I will explain with each...
other possible titles for this post I toyed with....
If everybody jumped off a cliff... The title I chose and this one are because I swear everybody and their dog are pregnant. I can only name those of you who have publicly told, my oldest sister. My dear friend Liz. My sister-in-law. Shelly, I'm still mad we had to find out so late :) A far away friend whom hasn't officially announced. A close friend who's husband blabbed. Probably more.
One drunken night... This because those who know me, know I didn't want another baby. But a momentary lapse in judgment...
I can't keep my pants on.... This is not what you think. Since I have been pregnant, I cannot keep my pajama pants on in the night. It's ridiculous. Josh makes fun of me. I wake up and there are still partly on but just around my knees. My conclusion is they are supposed to be higher up but with the little pouch the baby has made they can't get up there so they slowly slide down in the night. I don't know, it's silly.
Hell has frozen over. Self explanatory.
And now the unveiling of the Peanut
4 comments:
Congrats!
And, for strange coincidences, Feb 12th is my birthday. (And Lincoln's.)
WOW! Unexpected...sorry you feel crappy. So do I. :)
Awe congrats!
Congratulations! I'm excited for you guys!!!
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