WE are not pregnant!

Yikes! Does that mean Arlyn had the baby? huh...not quite

You know how sometimes a couple says that "they" are pregnant, when we really know that it's just ONE of them getting fatter, heavier and being kicked from within? I decided last night, about 3 AM, that "WE" are not pregnant.

WE are not losing sleep to the crazy pregnancy insomnia that keeps us tossing and turning in the middle of the night for no real reason. (Some of us are snoring quite loudly to signal that this is really not an equal partnership.)

WE are not having trouble reading half a chapter of scripture out loud without losing breath.

WE are not suffering random burp-coughs (hiccoughs and burps at the same time).

WE are not suffering maddening itchy spots over selections of our body.

WE are not being assaulted from within.

WE are not having difficulty retrieving something from the floor (and forget it if it's on the floor of the van...you have to get out first in hopes of reaching it).

WE are not getting up to use the restroom every 2 hours during the night.

WE are not having trouble breathing through a congested nose.

WE are not going to the doctor every two weeks, soon to be weekly.

WE are not experiencing the joy of peeing into a tiny cup that we can't even hope to see, before every doctor's appointment.

WE are not avoiding the section of the house with stairs because we don't have 15 minutes to recover from the exertion.

WE are not limping around on Michelin Man feet at the end of every day or feeling like we traded in 8 perfectly good fingers for a total of 10 thumbs.

WE ARE expecting a baby. But one of us is expecting a lot more to come (or not come) with it!