Somehow I got behind in my week count and I was 32 weeks the week of Halloween-and I ate all the candy and drank all the cider just to assert my pregnant-ness. Or maybe it was to cope with all the flu that surrounded me last week, because candy and cider is the new chicken soup and orange juice around here. Luckily we, meaning my girl and me, escaped unscathed. Sadly, the same can't be said of Sawyer and Jeff and those six loads of laundry they racked up.
You look smashing and so much like Annie Pogue here....Dad's great grandma.....our Native American connection!
ReplyDelete