Man, it’s good to be home.
I’m lounging in my bathrobe in my new favorite chair watching mindless morning chatter and eating a bowl of my favorite “whilst I am pregnant” cereal, “Oh’s.” (Have you had “Oh’s”? mmmmmm-delicious. You should try them.) The dogs are paying me lots of extra special attention: watching me, following me, laying their heads in my lap and competeing for my love… It seems that all is right with the world.
…Well, except for the “we’re just so darn happy that you’re finally home” gas.