Ah ha.

I guess it wasn't really PMS.

I guess the prayers of a three-year old are powerful and effective.

I guess I won't need to look into mastectomy bras (at least not for the next couple of years).

I guess that's why I was peeing every half hour.

I guess we'll get that lightweight double stroller after all.

I guess our next car will not be a camry.


Oh my goodness.