These are from way back on our anniversary. Simon caught a few good ones.
It was a good day.
It was the day we found out baby number five is on his or her way.
Ironically, it's the day I sold my last cloth diaper on eBay.
I don't have a breast pump anymore.
I gave away all of my baby clothes, even the favorites I had held onto for years.
I sold all of my maternity clothes.
This is the second time I've done such a thing.
Only this time I really meant it.
Such is life.
Such is love.
I have not a clue how far along I am.
No idea when I'm due.
I could be twelve weeks, I could be four weeks.
My gut looks about sixteen weeks.
I honestly can't figure it out.
A funny Sean moment: "How could you not know your dates? If I was bleeding from my <use your imagination> I would know the day. I'd have a plaque made. I'd bronze a pair of shoes. SOMETHING to remember the date."
Well, obviously. But for a woman, it's a regular thing. I should've had some app tracker. I had a ton of visitors, a ton of weeks in a row. I have a ton of kids. We went a ton of places. We have a ton of...fun. I don't have room in my brain for dates. I don't get distracted much by my "dates." They come and go, y'know?
So, yeah, I'm pregnant.
I'm gonna have a baby!
It doesn't feel real and I've known for three weeks.
Since May 19. Our 14th anniversary.
Apparently I can remember some dates.
Video details(posted on FB): I planned to tell him while romantically strolling the beach, but it was too hot. I stuck the test down in a fishing pole hook package that said QTY:5. Ignore the southernness in my voice. I am NOT that country in real life. Maybe only when I'm excited? Anyway, it makes me laugh.