Hey pretty.

Yesterday while I was milking my morning sickness for all its worth, the husband took the daughter to the park a few houses down. While I was enjoying watching "Can't Buy Me Love" in peace and quiet, I started feeling lonely. They'd be home any minute, right? ...aaaany minute. Finally, I peeked through the blinds to spy on the fam, and there was Christopher, running full speed towards the house. ...Where's Eleanore?! So I jump up, practically naked (hey, its hot here alright? you do it too.), wrap a baby blanket around myself, and meet him at the door. "Whats wrong, whats happened?!". He has a smile on his face, so it can't be that bad. He tells me that Eleanore has found a mud puddle, and he needs to get the camera. While I'm moody, and angry that hes down there having fun with her while I'm feeling lonely by myself in the house, I decide to put my dress back on, and walk down there because this is something that I knew I would regret missing. This I decided, after I had slammed the door on him for a stupid reason. So I march my sore, rapidly growing body across our community front yard, grumbling to myself for one reason or another. My hormonal anonymous anger was swept away as soon as I saw my wittle oink oink rolling down in the mud like a cute wittle baby piggy. <--- yes, that was me baby talking, it happens, haha. Christopher had taken a few pictures, before handing me the camera and saying "here, you're better at this than I am". I can't believe he said that. See ever since I met Christopher, hes been taking pictures. He seemed to have fancy cameras and know quite a bit about photography. I've always liked taking pictures, but never had the nice equipment or knowledge of anything more than pointing and shooting. The first time I saw Christopher's developed pictures, I raised my eyebrow and crinkled up my nose. ...They really weren't that good? Finally one day I had to bring it up. "Babe, maybe photography isn't your thing". Uh oh. Big fight, get ready for it. I really didn't want to fight, I was just trying to... I don't know, ya know? Anyways, it turned out that I was a much better photographer, and picked it up right away. If you can imagine, this made imaginary steam shoot out of Christopher's ears. And it made me feel guilty. We decided to buy a digital camera right before Eleanore was born, which for us was a huge deal, since just a few months prior we couldn't even afford more than a days worth of food. Wait, whats my point again? ...Dangit, pregnancy makes me crazy I swear. Oh yes, so, if I wouldn't have met Christopher, then I wouldn't have had Eleanore, and I wouldn't have bought this crappy camera, and I wouldn't have started taking pictures, and I wouldn't be pregnant again, and I wouldn't have been moody last night, and I wouldn't have gone out and taken my new most favorite picture of all time. *Thanks for dealing with my hormones hon*.