Thursday, February 22, 2007

"How are you feeling today?"

He asked.

"I just packed my hospital bag," I answered.

I'm dying here. I hope I can make it to March. Or at least until Sean returns from Asheville. Or at least until the crib is assembled. Or at least until I have purchased one diaper, p.j., blanket or bottle of formula.

And most importantly, at least until I've had my roots touched up.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Don't worry - if you go early - we'll shop for you while you're in the hospital! What are friends for :-)