It just might be it. I’m not sure, but we find out on the 18th. In the meantime, we’re all walking around like anxious, walking zombies. Just biding time, I think. Waiting for that moment where stereotypically, we can bring out the special-occasion cigar and celebrate. No, we’re not having a baby. Heh. But it sort of feels like we are conceiving something special, hopefully. There is hope.

I will reveal more when the time comes. I hope I hope I hope!!