Two weeks late. Two pink lines. "Honey, are you ready to be a daddy again?" Calling everyone we know. Tired. So tired. Just waiting for Grace to nap. Queasy. Just a bit queasy. Gerber commercial on TV. "We're havin' a baby! Whoop...whoop!" "If it's a girl, can we name her after my grandma Shelly?" Groundworking... Continue Reading →