Wayne Brady and Chip Estin do an amazing job of shooting lyrics from the hip. I still laugh out loud everytime I watch this clip......enjoy:
So, if you text and you are willing to let me in your circle of texting......:), email your phone number to me and I will add you to my contacts. I'm super excited about my phone.....Lizzy, you're going to love it.....:) Here's why:
Yesterday, this little guy was born. Who is he? His name is Micah. Isn't he precious? Maria, the girl I'm filling in for at work, gave birth to this sweet, perfect miracle. And you know what happened to me? I got the fever. This is the second time in about a month that I have internally grieved that I'm not going to have any more of these. It is such a joy to be happy for someone else, but the finality of knowing that this will never be you again is, well, for me, heartbreaking.
I never thought I would feel this way. I mean, I'm the person that, when asked, would say, "Heck no, I'm not having anymore kids! I took care of that after #3...." Now I'm realizing that it really is true.
I guess I will have to live vicariously through my friends who are still bearing children. At least that way I won't have milk leaking from my boobs.