That today the exterminator guy asked me if I was feeling better since he saw me last month.
That when we were flying home from IL in June and I was trying not to throw up in the airport, the check in lady asked if I was ok. I told her no and why I wasn’t ok and she was so excited she congratulated us and then told our baggage guy. He shook Andy’s hand and wished him a Happy First Father’s Day. I wish I could have cherished that moment a bit more, but like I said, trying to avoid public puking (which I didn’t, fyi. apologies to those sitting near us on the airplane).
That the closest I have come to crying when telling someone we were pregnant was our pharmacist. I came in to pick up my anti-nausea drugs and he gave me a hug! My pharmacist! A hug!
LOVE LOVE LOVE these memories 🙂 (even the puke part:))–have you thought of using blog2print to turn your blog posts into a book? i have a few and LOVE them 🙂
so happy for you treasure and andy!