I consider myself so blessed and fortunate to have Mary as my wife. I keep hoping she won't wake up and realize how undeserving I am of her. Boy, am I lucky.This past Monday, Mares went for her 30 week pregnancy check-up. It had only been two weeks since her last appointment, since from 28 weeks on it is standard practice to go every two weeks instead of every month (at least around here--I don't know if this is universal or not). Anyhow, she had an appointment with the most risk-adverse doctor of the OB-GYN practice. Nevertheless, despite his risk aversion, he was so impressed with how good she and the baby looked that he told her not to come back for another month. Yippee! That's my wife. She does look so fine even as she is now 31 weeks along. 9 more weeks to go, baby!
