Yep. That's a bump.
(I think it actually looks bigger in photos and mirrors than real life... at least that's what I tell myself.) ;)
Bump is such a funny word for miracle but I'm embracing it.
We sent out an email last week announcing little one's gender and the majority of responses was, "WHAT?!? You're pregnant?!?!" Turns out most of the free world doesn't follow me on twitter or pinterest. (You are on pinterest, right?)
So I realized maybe that bump could make an appearance on the blog. And as the writer of this blog, I made that happen. Nice how that works out, huh?
Now from the bump diaries.....
as I was slaving over the stove (yes I was barefoot but that has nothing to do with my story and you shouldn't have wondered), my bump bumped into the stovetop. I thought to myself, wow for about two hours I forgot I was pregnant. I had felt good with no emotional outbreaks for two whole hours. Then as if on cue- there's a heart wrenching story on the Nate Berkus show. I start bawling. No, it was not the story about the lady with cancer in the hope room. The one about the college kid working at UPS to pay for their tuition. Baby H has a long time before college though. Right?.... Right?!? Someone please tell me I'm right. ;)
