I never really thought of myself having those pregnancy hormones where I just end up crying for no reason. Until now. I think it started when I was in Chattanooga recently. I spent and evening with my parents and it was nice, but I suddenly realized my friends had moved on. Things are going to change for me, and quickly. It's almost like when I first moved to Savannah and was very homesick. Last night I was going through some baby clothes my sister in law gave me and I came across some cute stuff and the tears tried to come as I cooed over some to the husband. I also came across several of the pinstripe overalls, a la train conductor style. The tears almost broke through that time (my grandfather had a pair of those he wore sometimes. I do miss him a lot).
Still don't really have a name for Peanut. When the husband asked last night what we're going to name him (this is a nightly thing: what? who? when? where? and his favorite: why?) I replied "Peanut" and he said we are not going to pull a Sean Penn. ^_^ Why not? Over the years I have thought Drake would be our son's name. But with reality hitting me like a brick I know that's not a name I'd want him to live with. Dante isn't so bad though. I really like it.
Picture will be coming soon. We've skipped a few weeks (oops) but we're trying to catch up. While I'm getting bigger we really should take them but I really am starting to dislike that outfit we had picked out to take them in. More so the shirt than the pants. Though the pants do make my thighs and ass look huge...
