It's hard to believe that it's September 2nd. Peter is home. I'm due any day. The sun is shining. And it's perfect weather for a cornboil. It's kind of insane considering I'm sure that I just did a pregnancy test last week and it turned out positive. Where in the world did time get to???
I am pleased to note that I have absolutley NOTHING to report. It was probably one of the greatest summer's on record (I did little); the most restful time I've every had in my life (see first set of parentheses); and to top it all off I learned how to play and really enjoy a mean game of scrabble. Where has my life turned to from the days of drinking excessively and interesting midnight meetings??
Holy shit I've grown up. Well.... maybe I'd better not go that far.
I just wanted to let you know that I hadn't died. I'm good, Peter's good, the baby's good. She's growing like a weed and I am ready for her to be on the outside. Time for stage two.
I hope you are all well.