I don't really know how to say this, so I thought I'd put the pictures first. Get it yet?
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I found out on Mother's Day, which was weird. My first appointment on my birthday was basically a run down, complete with an awesome pregnancy video from what I can only guess is from the early 90's, based on the hairstyles. Our next appointment is on our anniversary (aww), and we'll get to hear the heartbeat and see our little Brownie for the first time. This kid is making sure we don't forget about him.
T's mom gave us the tiny Navy sweatshirt and little Navy booties. I bought The Velveteen Rabbit (or, How Toys Become Real). It was my favorite book growing up. I even had a white stuffed bunny that I always slept with. See:
One morning I woke up and Bunny was gone. We looked everywhere for him, even in between the mattresses, but he was no where to be found. My mom told me I had loved him so much he became a real rabbit and lived in the woods around our house. That was good enough for me. When I see the little rabbits in our yard now I think one of them must be Bunny, who has come to live near me once again. It's a nice thought, anyway. But that's my history with The Velveteen Rabbit. And that's the news!