Today at church, Mina was sitting in (what remains of ) my lap, and eating raisins. When I got home and changed out of my church clothes, a bunch of raisins fell out of my cleavage.
And, just FYI, if another person tells my about how this one MUST be a boy, and maybe I'll finally get a boy, or some such comment, I am going to scream. Boys are great and all, but we make awfully incredible girls here in the Nixon home! My life is not going to be lesser if I fail to produce a boy. (Ultrasound is Wednesday! I'm very excited to find out the gender of this babe so that I can get sewing!)
Also, if another person comments on "Wow, August, are you sure? You're so big already!" Uh, yes I am sure. So shut it, you rude stranger/friend/person. What's Your excuse for the extra poundage, huh?