While laying in bed the other night...
Hubs: ....look of confusion.
Me: (pointing to my belly) "Cause that's what you got!"
Hubs: "Did that really just come to your head?" (While laughing his face off!)
Me: "Yeah, I'm funny remember?"
While cooking dinner, blasting Rhianna, and shakin what my mama gave me...
Hubs: Walks into the kitchen "What the heck are you listening to?"
Me: "Rhianna duh."
Hubs: Chuckles out loud "My cute little ghetto wife!"
Me: "Ghetto?" With a look that says take that back before I throw your dinner in the trash.
Hubs: Droppin it like it's hot in the middle of the kitchen, not hearing a word I'm saying.
So, obviously I'm ghetto and not as funny as I think I am!
In other news-
*The little sugar plum in my tummy is a hyper one...especially when I'm trying to go to sleep at night. He's trying his hardest to push my belly button out. Good luck with that son.
* My 22nd birthday is this Sunday. Yikes! How did that happen?
*I'm heading to Idaho in 2 weeks to visit the fam... they get to witness me in all my preggy glory!