Magic German Dwarves

I think I've realized how we were so lucky in getting pregnant on the first try. When we were on our way back from our honeymoon, on a layover in Chicago, we were going through some of the photos that we'd already had developed from our Alaska trip. Katrina then went to get a Starbucks fix, back when she could, and I noticed that the 4 foot woman sitting across from us with her feet dangling was none other than Dr. Ruth Westheimer. When Katrina came back with her Grande Mocha, the gateway coffee, I said "don't look now, but the country's most preeminent sex doctor is sitting across from us." So we gave her one of our honeymoon photos to sign. She said, "Ah, I knew you vas honeymoonahs," signing the photo of us kissing on top of Mt. Whistler, "Dat's a goot kiss." I thought it was good omen to get a marriage send off from Dr. Ruth. Turns out it was.

By the way, I think Daddy got a job today. Nothing has been signed yet but I'm told by the recruiter that they made me an offer. It almost doesn't seem real, so I'm waiting until I've been there a month before I accept that I have a normal job again.

We said goodbye to our rooftop deck in Brooklyn the other night, with the panoramic views of Manhattan. It felt like we were saying goodbye to a lot more though. Youth? Decadence? Spoiling ourselves? Katrina was sad, but I gave her a kiss and said, "Come on honey, let's go start a family."