It’s 8:22 pm and I just realized I never posted the winner of the snowflake clutch! Please forgive me - I think it was somewhere between dropping balsamic vinaigrette down the front of my shirt and Conner laying face down in the checkout line of Target, sobbing because I wouldn’t buy him another ball that I forgot all about it. But have no fear, I remembered and Tim picked the lucky winner who is Amanda - yay Amanda! I already have your addy so I’ll get that in the mail to you a.s.a.p.!

Okay, so between those two posts there were 56 comments. I guess that’s a good way to get people to come out of lurkdome - have a giveaway or get pregnant (and hello to all the de-lurkers - it’s great to finally *meet* you!). Either way, I appreciate all the words of support, both for the clutch and for little G-bean.

On the baby: We are very excited. VERY. We decided back in September that my reasons for not having another baby were selfish (seeing as Tim was ready for another awhile ago). So once I got over myself, we decided to let the chips fall where they may and a few very short weeks later I was blessed with my early symptoms: dull cramping and hormone-overload.It was so bad. I cried at everything, felt stressed and overwhelmed at everything - I was really scared that I was slipping back into my depression, but hark! That wasn’t the case. Tim kept insisting I was pregnant, but I wasn’t entertaining the thought yet.

Then I had a dream that I took about twenty pregnancy tests and all of them were either faulty or negative. Oh, and I was wearing a diaper. Like, a baby diaper but for my size. Don’t ask. So when I woke up I thought it was too early to take a test, but I might as well, so I did. I squinted and only saw the one line - didn’t even wait for the full 3 minutes since that first line popped up pronto - threw it away,went downstairs and started my day. Three hours later I went back into the bathroom to pee and Jaxon had pulled it out of the trash can (ewwwwww). I picked it up, glanced at it and holy crap there was a line. It was faint, but it was there (and I didn’t want to repeat the same thing when I was pregnant with Conner and the first test I took was a faint positive so I called the hotline number on the back of the box and harassed the lady for about twenty minutes, where she kept saying, “A line is a line - you’re pregnant!” and I kept saying, “Are you sure? It’s really faint!”). So a few days later I took another and that second line came up so stinking fast. So I’m like 99% sure I’m pregnant. (kidding)

And of course this occurs a month after I had finished losing the 25 pounds I put on when I went on anti-depressants and bought a fabulous pair of skinny jeans, but that really is okay - I have the rest of my life to be fit. And to add icing to my big fat prego cake, I get to experience this with a few of my closest friends. Not just people I know, but people I know and love and cherish. And our poor husbands can start a club. Or a refuge, depending on how many months/weeks/days/ are left.

Okay, now onto why you guys really checked my blog today: the winner of the clutch. I put everyone’s name in a bowl and had Conner pull one

Isn’t he the cutest little assistant?

and the winner is…

Congrats, Whitney! I will be emailing you shortly to get your mailing info. And the other 32 of you who did not win, I will (hopefully) be having another giveaway next week so check back for another chance.