In a scene reminiscent of July morning a little over 18 months ago, my wife woke me up this morning waving a pee-stick in my face saying, “I’m pregnant!”
Groggy and half-dreaming, I said to her, “Well, that’s my stocking gift to you.”
We don’t really know anything else at this point, but we’re extremely excited. Maybe this one will have testicles! And if not, we’ll be just as happy.
