That would be a negative for those of you not fluent in pee-on-a-stick.
Some celebrations will be going on up in here. (Plus Crazy, oops, I mean Mom, is coming to town, so I’m sure some beers will be consumed.) I keep running in there to look at it… Just in case a second line decides to make a late appearance. I also keep picking it up and checking it out at different angles and in different light sources. That’s.How.Damn.Paranoid.I.Was. Yep. We will be stocking up on some Her Pleasures… Fo sho.
Can I get a Hallelujah?!?!
And while this is oh, so sweet and cuddly:
And I’m just in LOVE with him… I absolutely could not imagine being pregnant again. With a just-turned-two-month-old. Holy shit. HOLY SHIT. We’d never have sex again. Ever.
Now let me go hide those (yes, I said those… plural… I needed the reassurance of a second one…) waaaaay down in the trashcan, under last Wednesday’s chicken casserole, before my Mom gets here and sees them…