To set the scene, me in the kitchen preparing dinner. The Mr. sitting at the bar checking his email while sipping a glorious evening cup of cinnamon coffee. (He doesn’t care too much for cinnamon, so glorious may be stretching it a bit. On his part.)
The Mr.: No Wild Bloom today?
Me: Que scowling stare.
The Mr.: You said yesterday, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Me: Que another scowling stare. The night is still young.
So here you go my loving, #1 blog reader, thoughtful husband that buys me cinnamon coffee. This post is just for you.
I’ll even throw in a photo from the archives for good measure.
This is the day we announced to the world we were expecting a baby! It also happened to me my mom’s birthday and we had traveled out of town to my parent’s house to celebrate. I was just over 11 weeks.