Sunday, brunch with gram:
Gram: How does it feel to be 9 months pregnant?
Me: Pretty exciting. And a little easier if I knew if I was 9 months pregnant, or 4 months pregnant.
Gram: I would imagine so.
Text, yesterday, from a friend:
Jeff: I am so excited to meet your little tyke when he arrives!
Me: Me, too! Excited and crap my pants nervous.
Jeff: Sounds about right.