Wednesday, February 29, 2012



Although, I'm pretty sure the Handsome Husband has had his fair share of me not feeling well.  I'm trying to feel better, believe me.  It's no walk in the park.

So as we count down the days until our appointment, (of course I have something planned every single day, so I'm not sitting around counting the amount of times I go to the bathroom, and ponder all the things I'm not hungry for...) I've been thinking about how best to tell his parents.

Perhaps something like this?

I mean, who doesn't like a used pregnancy test on their cookie cake?  I know I'm a fan.