I don't know about you. But I LOVE flowers. I love buying them, for others and for myself, especially during the wintertime. Some may consider it self-indulgent to buy themselves flowers; my 12 year-old son told me precisely that tonight. But who's better qualified to pick out precisely the right flowers for you than you?
My first pregnancy had been SO easy. First try. Pregnant. Not a day of morning sickness. And notwithstanding the fact that I'd had my son the old-fashioned way because no anesthesiologists were on hand when I arrived at the hospital, his birth was also easy. Two years later, I was ready to have another baby. I'd get pregnant in late August; an early summer baby wouldn't interfere with my busy time at work, and allow me to enjoy a summer off. Baby number two -- coming right up.