So tonight I was becoming that typical prego lady (tied and done with the day) and I hadn’t eaten enough and the girls went to bed late and I just needed to lay on the couch for a minute, and Marc came and laid next to me, listened to my concerns for the next day, and then got up. He made me some banana ice cream, made a grocery list, and then sent me to bed and said he would clean the house for tomorrow.

Laying in bed I thanked him for taking such good care of us and for putting up with my crazy prego needs. He said, “but you’re my crazy prego lady.” Then he got real close and said, “in the worlds of Chis Astley

Never gunna give you up,

Never gunna let you down

Never gunna mess around and hurt you.”

What a winner. And cheese ball. I love him.

Yesterday at the temple there was the cutest pregnant mommy who I was admiring from afar, and then when we were leaving I happened to be right by her. So I said hello and asked her if this was her first baby, because when you have a baby belly it suddenly is this social invitation to complete strangers to strike up a conversation with you. She told me it was her 3rd. And that she had a 1 and 3 year old at home. I told her I have a 1 and 2 year old. We smiled and chatted acknowledging the busy and goodness of lots of little babies and then we went our separate ways.

As Marc and I were pulling out, I saw the cute lady and her husband taking a cute selfie together. I told Marc about our meetings and he said, that is going to be us, a 1 year old and 3 year old at home when this new baby comes. “Oh my gosh your right! And they look at them- they don’t look like psychos!” (I’m still wrapping my brain around 3 babies. Marc says I look like a kid with my hand caught in the cookie jar every time we talk about it) but it was a sweet little blessing for me, to be able to see someone else look like they were thriving at life with the same baby load we have.

Marc and I are going to have a cute little family of five.