Matt and I bought a car. Woo! It's a blue 2001 Subaru Forester, and I am excited about the automatic transmission and the four doors. This is a car we can fit a baby in. I will put up pictures after I take them.
Our microwave kind of pooted out, right in the middle of a bag of popcorn. We will have to get a new one...a better one.
I'm almost 19 weeks along, and not yet showing enough for anyone to really notice. I'm getting close, though. I haven't felt any definite movement yet, but that could just be because I haven't been listening to enough rock lately.
I keep a pad of paper on top of the fridge so that I can write down things that we need to buy next time we go shopping. Since Matt and I were about to head out, I pulled it down to see what we were after. This is what was on the list:
Matt is out of town for the rest of the week, off in California doing some kind of work related thing. It's been maybe six hours since he left for the airport and already this week feels like it's going to be long and lonely. But, while rummaging through the cupboard for a food-type thing, I found a note he left for me telling me how much he loves me and how lucky he is. I won't tell you exactly what he says, but the word "golly" is in there. I'm lucky too. :)