"I feel rotten" I tell him, hand rubbing my abdomen.
"I'm sorry" he responds.
"I'm not" I say, mischievous twinkle in my eye.
A questioning eyebrow.
A nod and a smile.
Why would I be happy about feeling sick? Because I know it's only a small price to pay for the wonder of life growing within. Yes, I'm expecting! Wee Wagenhoffer#3 should be here sometime in August. Our official expected meeting date is August 14, but I'm guessing Baby may follow in sisters' footsteps and we'll be introduced a little closer to the end of the month. I'm already thinking it's going to be hard to wait that long to hold this little one in my arms.