DD was in the breakfast nook this morning, having breakfast while I got her lunch ready. The TV in the living room was on, so there was a bit of noise. DH came out of the bedroom, which is a fair distance away and I thought he said, "John Bradford and his wife are having a baby." I puzzled a moment because I was doing my best to think if I'd ever met a coworker of his named John Bradford. That wasn't the name of the guy whose wife was doing IVF. Hmmm... Finally, I gave up and had to admit ignorance. I said, "I'm sorry, but I don't remember who John Bradford is." He said, "No, John TRAVOLTA and his wife." I told him that I'd read it on the DISboards yesterday.
It's always here first.
It's always here first.
I can't imagine being pregnant right now (well, I'm almost 50 though) or chasing a toddler. Although I have two friends right now that have obtained custody of their grandbabies, one is my age and her new granddaughter is 5 months old, although she's had her since birth and the other is a few years younger and the kids are a little older. I do wish the Travoltas the best of luck with their new child though
It's quite different really wanting a new baby rather than being blessed with a "change of life" suprise or raising a grandchild.


