What more do you need to know?
We were at the farm last weekend and my husband and father-in-law were dusting off their rifles in anticipation of hunting season. They are planning an expedition north on the tenth. I told Boy, “Don’t you know I could go into labor then?” He appeared unmoved. “I wasn’t planning on taking you with me,” he said. Like, what do I think he was paying that midwife for anyways. Exactly.
In other news, as Rahab was going out to play today she turned and said to me, “I love you fat mama.”
Ahh, I love you too fat Rabbers.