So my hubby called me at work on Tuesday.
It wasn't just any Tuesday. It was Fat Tuesday. Yes, time to live it up! Get it out of your system before the long season of tempering, holding back, remembering the sacrifice of Easter. Christ died for us (and we are thankful!)
For the occasion, his boss brought in a king cake for everyone to share.
They all cut in to it... and hubby got the baby. GOT THE BABY.
He said it was sign. He's never gotten the baby before.
Incidentally, the baby was a boy. I didn't realize they made them, er, gender specific.
But I digress. He got the baby, by golly, and I am so hopeful that we are getting the baby, too.