Dear Nugget,
You have finally let Mommy get somewhat back to normal life. Last weekend was the first weekend I did anything more than watch movies in a month. Daddy took Mommy out in his brand new big boy truck, and just so you know when your Father is whining about all the items that you will need even for a short car trip, he promised that since Mommy didn’t get much input on the vehicle choice that he would be the one climbing in and out of this monster with your car seat and loads of baby paraphernalia. Anyways, one of the places we visited was the gym and as soon as Daddy witnessed my impressive free-throw and dribbling, he established that he would be the one to teach you how to throw! He also added that he would be teaching you math, I don’t’ know why, I’m not so bad at that.
Speaking of math, I have some Mommy math I would like to share with you. Every day I think about you for at least 56 minutes (in reality I think about you a lot more… I think about staring at your sweet little face and holding your tiny little hand), you see, Mommy has determined that she is spending at least 56 minutes a day in the bathroom as a result of you growing inside of me.
Twice while getting up and getting ready, six times during work hours, three times before bed, and the fun ones… three times in the middle of the night. This totals 14 trips to the bathroom a day, averaging 4 minutes a trip which equals 56 minutes… and Daddy says I can’t do math!
