h. is more convinced, with every passing day of nausea, that i am pregnant.
whenever i get pregnant, our nickname for the bean will be sparky. sparky the sparkplug.
this morning, she drew me this:
he is wearing a sombrero and fancy belt. and as a disclaimer, h. says: “i know he looks like a dressed up tampon, but i was drawing w/ your finger pad on your lappy, so it isn’t the best rendition of the sparkster.”
i love my lady.
edit: ah, she’s made a new one. note the cloth diaper: