I went out to lunch today with my mother-in-law, who does not know that I'm pregnant, and will not know for another month. What I really wanted was the salad with blue cheese, even though I knew I wasn't supposed to have blue cheese. I asked for it on the side, but I added it liberally anyway and it was goooooood.
We have a friend who sent an email to my husband today, saying he hoped that I "and the little heartbeat" were doing well. I thought this was a lovely way to refer to our little one, whom we are alternately calling "Guppy" and "Baby Grape" at this point.
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