When I was young, I had toast for breakfast every morning. I would eat it in the basement while watching the morning cartoons.
So, this pregnancy thing is pretty complex. I have had most of the basic symptoms, like fatique, waves of nausea, and irritability (it’s nice to have a valid excuse for being a bag).
This past weekend we hosted our small group’s Christmas party at our home and it was a lovely evening: good company, a table full of tantalizing appetizers, Harry Connick Jr.
So, the new insult in our house is, “Stop being such a Gershwald!”
My goodness. Talk about staying power.
Christmas is nearing. You know how I can tell? The dear church members have been dropping by the office with Christmas gifts for the staff, to show their love and appreciation.
How sweet.
Literally.
So, I’ve been tossing around some baby names. Let’s just say that Steve and I don’t see completely eye to eye about what we should call the baby.