I woke up craving a turkey burger with pickles. Extra pickles. When our server brought me my three extra pickles, I kindly asked that he return with a bowlful of pickles. He looked at me funny but decided to humor me.
I arranged my pickle slices atop my oh-so-yummy turkey patty and was giddy with anticipation. When all was said and done I had piled close to thirty pickles on my patty. It was heaven on a plate.
After our most nutritious breakfast, Jimmy had some errands to run and I accompanied him by doing some window shopping. One of those windows belonged to Häagen-Dazs and I realized that I needed some ice cream. Strawberry ice cream. A flavor I never order. It was heaven in a cup.
As we were walking, enjoying our yummy treats, I said to Jimmy, "Do you realize I have had both pickles and ice cream today?"
All this to say that Jimmy and I are having a baby. A yummy bundle of sweet cheeky-monkey goodness of a baby. We couldn't be happier.