The Things You Can Tell Just By Looking at Her Bathroom
We are hosting an Open House Friday to
make up for the awful thing I said welcome our new neighbors and get all social in the ‘hood.
Some of the neighbors know I am pregnant and others are heeding the sage advice “Never ask a woman if she is pregnant unless you think it is yours.” As I prepare the house bit by bit for the party I’m noticing that outside of the single, charred crib piece you’d never know we were expecting unless you use our master bath:
I’ve given up coffee but the heartburn rages on. I love antacid. Shaken, not stirred. I also love this 3D ultrasound image of our daughter. It makes me very, very happy and connected.
But seriously now, get out of my bathroom.