Tuesday, April 04, 2006
Everyday at 2 pm I go to the mailbox and for some reason, I'm always a little excited about it. Recently I've figured out why--I think that there is going to be a letter in the box from the hospital: "Mrs. K--Just Kidding! Your baby is fine and he's waiting for you! Come and get him!" Or maybe Nate will be in the mailbox, healthy and happy to see me instead of those stupid, farking coupons from Emfamil.