These days I usually lay in bed at night with my hand on my lower belly waiting for the pings and thuds to be strong enough for Dave to feel. Last night the bean was pushing a little harder than usual, so he finally got to feel something. It was so much fun feeling the […]
“I’m glad you’re documenting the downfall of my happiness, free time, and spare cash.” You’re welcome honey. And don’t forget about the boobs. Your top secret security clearance is about to expire.
This is from way back when I would go over to Dave’s basement apartment to find him reading some baseball stats book while listening to vintage Wire vinyl or the like. Life was simple. He seemed so happy then.