We’ve got news. Our parents probably never thought they’d live to see the day, but there’s going to be a baby in our house and no, it’s not another puppy:
Baby, or “pickle” as we affectionately call him, will make an appearance on or around December 30. (Which also happens to be the day my dear childhood friend Jana was born, even if she always thought her birthday was the 31st, so it would be cool if they could share a birthday.)
December 30 means several things:
We’re halfway there and completely clueless and unprepared.