Lately I've been such a bump on a log. A bore and a snore. No fun. No energy. No blogging. No exercising. Definitely no swinging from the chandeliers. Or hula hooping. Mostly I've just been hanging out. Feeling sick. All the time. ALL THE TIME. Like I said...a bump on a log. Turns out I've got a bump of a different sort.
Yesterday G sent me a lovely arrangement of pink roses at work. I blushed. Whatta guy! I immediately called to say thank you for the beautiful bouquet. "They're not for you" was his solemn reply. Huh?!? What the?!? I sat in a confused state of silence. "They're for my little lady" he said. Ahhhhh.....yes, that's right. Of course they are.
Yesterday we also found out we're having a little girl this winter. In suddenly blurting this out, I realize I've neglected to even mention my pregnancy prior to this point. I've been keeping this little secret (mostly) to myself. But now it's out and about and been around the block.
So while I'm still wrapping my head around having a little baby, this little lady is slowly wrapping G around her itsy bitsy little finger (he must be really ticklish).
