I was using one of the computers in the lobby of the Fredriksburg, Denmark Radisson when I found out my nephew and his wife were pregnant.
Ok, I'm old. Saying a couple is pregnant sounds retarded to me. My nephew's wife is pregnant. Not my nephew.
I was at work today when my mom called to tell me the ultrasound showed it's a boy. It also showed that said boy is swimming, running, and doing gymnastics in utereo. Not surprising considering his parents each have about 4% body fat and run about a hundred miles a day.
I am really excited about this baby.
Border town woman's quest for magical stuff like northern lights, sane men, and size 8 jeans.
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