Lucky Lady

I feel like I've been caught up in the "prego bitchies" lately; all with good reason if I may say so. I've officially left the cute stage of pregnancy and moved onto the sciatic-nerve-pain-heartburn-boobs-need-their-own-zip-code part. Here is the tum-tum at 23 weeks:

Now that I've let the bitch out a bit, I must say, that I am truly a lucky woman...observe:

First, my husband is hot. I tell people all the time- here is photographic evidence. I've dated some decent looking people in my time, and some duds, but man-oh-man- Sage is hot! I know it sounds silly, but I really wonder sometimes how I managed to scoop him up. It must be my fabulous bod...(refer to photo 1). Topping all of his hotness off is the fact that we really do have fun together. As a matter of fact, he was home earlier today. We were waiting for the carpet guys to finish in the basement and decided to play catch in the house. I can be a very calming game. But I couldn't stop laughing because he couldn't figure out why it didn't look cool to throw with his left. He's 4, and 9 times out of 10 I love that about him.

Speaking of childlike qualities...look at that kid to Sage's side. C'mon, I don't care who you are-he's cute. Alright, alright, I am mom and therefore bias. But this little boy does something to my heart. He is truly funnier than Sage and I combined, he has fantastic wit, and a heart that reminds me of someone past.

To top this all off, I have another member of Team Thompson on the horizon. Sometimes I wonder what I'm getting into- but so far so good.

Take a sec today...why are you lucky?