Cat's out of the bag

Today your uncle Sterling and I went off on a road trip. Told him about you in Wal Mart, where we'd stopped to pick up film.

He asked if we intended to get pregnant, which I thought was a pretty good question. I told him that we weren't trying to, but that we weren't trying to avoid it, either. Sort of just letting whatever happened happen.

And look what happened.

After that, he got happy. He loves being an uncle, so this is another chance for him to do that.

Then we paid for the film and got back on the road.

I managed to chew my left thumb's cuticle to the point that it swelled up in a lump. Not the thumb, but the part of the cuticle that I chewed. Like a little tumor. Someday, if you notice that I only have one thumb, that's probably why. Because I was nervous about telling your uncle Sterling about you.