Wednesday, March 30, 2011

the reason i come home, my love

According to the ‘official’ dating, I’m five whole weeks today. It’s been a week, seven days since I first found out. Does this ever get old? I still feel like I have butterflies fluttering around my stomach, and still grin like a fool for no reason at all during random points of my day.

I’ve got work, and reading for school, and the house is a wreck, but it just doesn’t seem to matter. We’re having a baby! Who cares about some dirty dishes!

Anyways, I just wanted to add this fluff. I love it.