Sometimes I like to listen to one of our radio stations that only plays old country music. I love the way a song can trigger a memory and old country songs trigger memories for me. My dad still only listens to the old stuff. He doesn't like any of "that new shit." A few weeks ago, I was driving home from my part time job listening to that station and heard a song that didn't trigger a memory, but instead gave me hopes of a new memory. It went something like: "If we're ever gonna see a rainbow, we've gotta stand a little rain." The song made me think of the rain we've stood in these last 5 years, even a few storms, but I hoped that we would soon see a rainbow.
Today, we got our third look at the babe at our appt. I finally get to show you because they printed a picture for us this time. Introducing our rainbow!
|10 weeks 1 day|
Speaking of old country songs, I should get going. I think I can hear my husband singing, "lay you down and softly whisper pretty love words in your ear." Just kidding, but pelvic restrictions have been lifted!