32 weeks. Wow, did they fly. It seems like just yesterday we were celebrating the idea of having a little one in our family. And now we’re nearing the end of our ‘let’s grow a human’ venture. I suppose it’s about time I let you in on the details of our baby making.
No, not those details.
Basically there’s this candle.
Yes, a candle started this whole baby-making trend.
Or rather, we decided to have a baby and a candle made it possible.
I’m getting ahead of myself.
My girlfriends have this glass green candle that [as the legends says] brings good luck to those who burn it. My one girlfriend got a job within days of placing the candle in the southwest corner of her house. My sister-in-law happened upon an even better job than her current one when she did the same. They were all in agreement that there had to be some sort of truth to the legend after such results were observed. So this coveted candle was placed in my hands.
With the promise that it would bring me baby-making good luck.
They’re really the sweetest girlfriends.
This gift was bestowed to me on a Saturday night, after we had had one too many glasses of wine.
On Sunday, I reaped the benefits of one too many glasses of wine.
And on Monday, I thought I had set the record for the world’s longest hangover.
Feeling hopeful, I took that little test.
Low and behold, two little lines appeared.
I. was. pregnant.
I had planned on telling Adam in a creative way, but by the time he walked in the door from work, I was too excited to do anything but wave the test wildly in his direction.
I sometimes get a bit overexcited.
And that’s the story of how Bebe Stud came to be.
Just to be on the safe side we still have the candle tucked in the southwest corner of our house. And there it will stay until he makes his arrival. And then I plan on passing it on to another one of my girlfriends for good luck. Maybe even in the baby-making department 🙂