I just made everyone cry by putting them down for a nap.
Except for Mama. Mama doesn't cry at naptime. Mama dances a little jig in the kitchen and then eats a little cheese danish.
Well, I've heard that some mamas do that.
At any rate, I'm feeling bad haiku-ish, and thanks to Laura, I have an outlet for that urge.
A Haiku on the Vagaries of A Pregnant Diet
Only hormones can
make me think liverwurst is
a good idea
For more bad haiku, go see Catholic Teacher Musings. For liverwurst sandwiches, feel free to drop by.
PS: and thank you all for the lovely well-wishes and happy thoughts about our little one on the way. We think you're all just swell.