In other news, I'm a little over halfway through "Slumdog Millionaire" and loving it. I adore Indian movies, though admittedly this is no traditional Bollywood film. I probably could have made it all the way through during Quinn's nap, but I paused for some other household chores, like a shower (you're welcome), checking the mail, and vacuuming (long overdue). I'm also working on cleaning out our guest room a bit. I can't believe I brought so much junk up from Charleston. One of these days (months) soon, we're going to move Quinn into a toddler bed and probably turn the guest bedroom into the nursery for future kids. Not that we are expecting any, so don't get your hopes up. One day but not yet. I shudder to think how I would feel if my next first trimester is anything like it was with Quinn. On the plus side, I wouldn't have to feign a sudden love for Saltines at work to hide morning sickness and I could probably pull off daily afternoon naps. On the other hand, it makes me tired just thinking about chasing around a toddler and having him bounce around on my tummy like I'm his personal horsey. For that reason alone, I'm tempted to wait until Quinn's in kindergarten or we can afford to hire a maid service. Okay, enough pondering pregnancy. I'm sure we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. I guess I've been thinking about babies a lot lately because so many people are having them around me, at church, friends on Facebook, friends of friends. I should really enjoy only having only one
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