I'm actually home today and about to head back to bed after a bowl of carbs... I mean cereal.

Just wanted to post a cute story from last night:

I was laying in bed waiting for DH to come home (he was late and I wasn't feeling well - heavy head, sore throat, etc). He gets home and I move to the couch to eat dinner with him and cuddle for a bit. While we're eating I start telling him that my boobs hurt and that I feel as if they (boobs) are getting ready to feed baby.

He looked at me like I was nuts.

Later I pulled out a boob (cuz they're that big that I can do that - just whip one out like it's not attached to my body) and asked if my nipple looks darker.

HAHAHAHA!!

He looks at me, rolls his eyes, and says, "You're not going to be one of the hypochondriac pregnant ladies that thinks every little thing is a symptom of pregnancy are you?"

YUP! :)

His reaction was just what I wanted cuz I was purely fucking with him. Mostly. :)

Oh and he's not keen on the name Jordan or Giordan. Poo. Whatever. Because I refuse to give up on my girls name, I thought it was only fair the get the majority vote on a boys name.

Now all we have to do is get a little bun in the oven. What a wonderful Christmas gift that would be...