We just couldn't wait to announce this to all our friends and family and figured this would be an excellent way to let everyone know quickly: WE'RE PREGNANT!
Yes, this is as much of a shock to us as it probably is to you. I'm about to turn 44 and Mike has had a vasectomy.
As I've jokingly told Mike over the years, "I'm a Mom. I run three carpools, cook three squares a day, semi-clean the house, occasionally do laundry, and get a shower when I start to reek. In that shower, I shave my legs and pits about once a quarter. I have absolutely NO TIME to have an affair. And, by gosh, no energy."
In other words, this is most definitely a product of Mike and Jill Nowell.
We hope to welcome our bundle of joy into this world around February next year. I'm praying that s/he doesn't clock in at 9 pounds, 13 ounces like his/her older brother, The Babe.
And, if you've bought this line of cock and bull, need I remind you that the only baby being born to us any time soon is the one screamed from my mouth, near the slots in Vegas. As in: "YEAH, BABY! I just hit the jackpot."
Happy April Fool's Day everyone.