Friends, I am pregnant.
Pregnant people are limited to what they are supposed to eat and what they are to avoid.
For instance: tuna and other large fishes are discouraged. I'm quoting several parenting books and magazines when I say "two 6-ounce servings a week at the most" is permissible. I have already had my "two servings" this week, and now I want more. Grrr.
On a brighter note, my son is becoming quite the ham.
My father came over this morning and went on a power walk with me and Boogie-boy around our neighborhood. Even though it wasn't nearly the highest temperature we are expected to reach today, we both ended up sweaty and gross. Noah was fine. We chatted about this, that, and the other and had a good ole time. I love my daddy.
Now, friends, the countdown until I see the Skinners again: 7 days!
To end this post, I shall announce the best of good news. Yesterday, Noah took a morning nap and a 2 and a half hour long afternoon nap!
HAAAAAAA-lle-LU-JAH! HAAAAAAAA-lle-LU-JAH! HALLELUJAH! HALLELUJAH! HALLE-E-LU-JAH!!!!
(That's the chorus of angels that's been singing in my head ever since) Now I hope I haven't ruined this majestic turn of events by jinxing it.
Oh, and BTW, this weekend is going to be AWESOME!