16 weeks not 15….

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My goodness. Yesterday I posted 15 week pictures of Matthew. For those of you who can count ‘more gooder’ than me… it has been 16 weeks since his precious little sweet self was placed in my arms. What is wrong with me?

Oh, and I brushed my teeth this morning about 8:30 am. Yeah for me! I even have makeup on today. And fake tan on my legs… I am going all out. Call me a diva. Maybe Lenny will take me on a hot date to Target. Stroll through the aisles of housewares and pretend we are just dating and planning to move into our first apartment together naming our unborn children sweet little trendy names like Ryder and Suri. We will plan a nice dinner at PF Changs or MiCocina and chat about the latest books we have read in our spare time. Then the phone will ring and remind us that we have 5 boys at home who piss on the toilet seat, smear snot on my sheets and carry germs that antibacerial soap can’t touch. Oh, the sweet life.