Wednesday, September 09Hey, look, I remembered that I have a website.
I haven't been posting much lately, I know. I also know that really isn't very different from, well, ever, but this time I have an excuse. I'm tired. Really, really tired. And cranky. And nauseous.
Or, in other words, pregnant.
I realize that a lot of people (by which I mean everyone except for the soon to be grandparents) doubt the sanity of bring a little Timspawn into the world. Honestly, I'm one of them. Unwise or no, though, there is one due to be arriving come late March, so we'd all best get used to the idea.
Best reaction to the news yet: "Do you think Tim will think the baby's not his if it's born bald?"
The answer, of course, is yes. Yes, he will. So everyone, please join me in hoping desperately that the baby won't be born covered from head to toe in hair, but does have at least a little on his or her little head.
Here's to the future of rock climbing!
Posted by:Heather
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