On November 11, 1998, we started dating. One hundred forty-eight months later, we took this picture of E when she was nine full weeks pregnant. Two days after that, we posted it to our blog.
You'll notice we haven't posted anything since last week's WBU. Not sorry. It was the week leading into finals. And E had a three-day conference this week. And we're new to this blog thing. It's hard to come up with things to write about. At least family friendly things.
You'll also notice the cardboard box standing next to E in the picture. That should let you know how lazy we are. We haven't moved a piece of cumbersome garbage in five days, and have so little pride in ourselves that we are willing to publish pictures of our life in squalor on the interwebs. Somewhere, Child Protective Services are licking their chops.
Conversation that literally just happened:
M: What's it called, Child Services?
E: You mean Child Protective Services?
M: Yeah, thanks.
Silence.
E: What are you writing?
Silence.
E: Why is Child Protective Services being written in our blog?
Silence.
Anywho, the box is for the prenatal yoga set I bought E last weekend. I'm amazing. She's very excited. At some point, she'll even feel energetic enough to actually use it.
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