Happy six months!

Here is my hunny, as we drive down to Tennessee on our honeymoon last September. We had two weeks of work off ahead of us and his mom had given us a basket of snacks wrapped in toole to snack on the way. Life was good :)

Fast forward about 6 months and you'll find a guy that married a woman who takes...can I even say it?.... the LAST POPTART.

Yes, this is me. The last poptart eater. As he's shuffling around at about 5:30 in the morning this morning and I'm flipping on the news, I hear him rustling around in the pantry and he lets out a sigh. 

"Did you eat my last poptart?" he asks his pregnant wife.

"ummm...it's possible..." I squeek from the livingroom. 

And that's how it goes. Twice this has happened, and it's shameful. Resulting in him having to eat cereal. The sweet thing is, he never cares. I love that. And when I woke up this morning at 4 a.m. from one of my crazy pregnancy dreams and coincidently woke him up in the process, he didn't complain. 

I love him :-D

Happy 6 months sweetie!