Shout Out to My Baby!

Hey tons of faithful followers!  
Hope that you are sitting down (which you presumably are, because how many people are out there walking around checking out blogs?  You could run into something or somebody!  For a multitude of reasons, including your own personal safety, I implore you to read this while seated!) because the time has arrived for another: 
Husband Post! 
First, a random bit of news from yours truly to get the blog juices going.  I have some very exciting news right now!  “I know,” you all are probably thinking, “You two are going to have a baby!  How wonderful!”  Yes, that is incredibly exciting news, but I have some other exciting news: it’s Girl Scout Cookie time at work!  This magical time only comes once a year, and this year I have learned some valuable lessons about Girl Scout Cookie time.  Last year, I was equally excited:  I signed up well in advance and made sure to select my favourite cookies (Thin Mints, of course).  I waited with utmost anticipation for the sweet day when my cookies would arrive, excited to share my joy with my wife.  And finally, the day came: my cookies were here!  I had a whole two boxes of mint heaven to enjoy and share with the select few who were worthy of such affection.  Then, I learned my lesson.  Two boxes?!  I seriously underestimated my Girl Scout Cookie needs.  That was like a one-day supply!
So this year, I’ll be prepared.  I will make sure I have enough Thin Mints (and maybe some Samoas) to enjoy and to stock our food storage in case of disaster.
Alright, now that I’m feeling warmed up and we’re all dreaming of delicious Girl Scout Cookies, let’s move on.  This here post is a shout-out to the love of my life, the woman of my dreams, the queen of hot: my wife.  I want to tell her and everyone how proud I am of her.  She has been sick pretty much all the time for three months: pounding headaches that come on suddenly and last for hours, nightly back aches, stubbornly unrelievable and miserable nausea at nearly all times, etc., etc.  And through all of this, she has had to plan a ward Christmas party (a dang good one, too), organize our new apartment after the stress of moving, work a full time job, and much more.  I am so proud of her for being wonder woman and for carrying on through it all.  I am so grateful for her for bearing all this pain as a sacrifice for our future baby.  It is, to say the least, a tough deal.  I love you, Jess.  Thank you for all you do.  I know that you will be a wonder mom for our li’l biscuit.
The Husband


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