Today at the Register I am, of course, talking about nudists at church.
As to the very fair question of whether or not my husband is now missing an eye — well, the best I can recall, the conversation went something like this:
Me and my husband: We have lots of good reasons to postpone the next pregnancy.
[Repeat every month for two years.]
Me and my husband in March: Welllllll . . . how about in May, we think about trying for #9?
God: DID SOMEONE SAY BABY?
So I now have a due date of December 9, and everybody’s happy. The kids constantly ask for updates — “Is Shrimpy still the size of a blueberry? Or is he as big as a kidney bean now? Can he hear me? HEY SHRIMPY, CAN YOU HEAR ME?” etc. So, happy days. Thanks for all the good wishes! You guys are the best.
