When does life stop handing you lemons? I've been making lemonade and love it, but really?
So, I am late this month. By late I mean 3 postive pregnancy tests. Which has made me realize you should hide condoms all throughout your house; just in case you have a few margaritas, come home to a good looking man, and your daughter is sleeping in your bedroom (where they are hiding in the "special" drawer (I know TMI, oh well)).
If Matt and I were already married, we would both be extremely excited. But because we are not it really adds stress to our lives, such as no insurance and our families reaction (which he doesn't care about but I do).
Please don't get me wrong this is an exciting thing for us. It's just that we always seem to get to the peak of the mountain and come to find out there is another peak even further up and so on.
Let's get back to lemonade. I think the lemonade aspect of it all is pretty obvious, a cute little bundle of love. I can't wait to find out what we are having, feel the baby kick, and make Adelaide a big sister.
Right now we just need a lot of the lemonade and less lemons.