(week 10)
Nothing really eventful this week. I feel great, totally normal actually. My ravenous appetite has tapered off and I've been sleeping like normal. My belly is getting noticeable, I'm glad our next appointment is coming up soon. I've been waiting to hear that heartbeat for the first time before I break the news at work, but it's starting to get a little hard to hide.
Since there isn't any news, I think I'll tell the story of the wishbone this time.
This Christmas we stayed home and invited all of our friends over to our house for Christmas Eve. It was a huge feast and the greedy secret behind it is that we really wanted an excuse to cook a HUGE turkey so we could finally enjoy leftovers in our own home.
All went well, it was a wonderful time & we saved the wishbone.
A few weeks ago Blaine comes up (yes, I've given up the anonymity and started sharing this with a few people) with this huge grin on his face and offers up the wish bone.
"You don't have to tell me, I know what your wish is" I tell him.
"Yeah... I'm wishing for a boy, now grab your end - it's time!" he says back.
I wrap my pinky around my end, close my eyes and wish "*I just want a happy healthy baby*.
We pull and nothing happens.
We pull again and it shatters into a dozen pieces.
-sigh-
