A good way to start the week

Shortly before I learned that I was pregnant with Drew, we went to Boone for a weekend with our sweet friends Amy and Brian.  In the Gap outlet dressing room, I could be heard asking shouting to my husband to get me a pair of jeans in a smaller size.  That's right, after reaching my pre-Kate pregnancy weight, I had then dropped another pant size.  Hence, the joyful, loud calling to my husband, rather than reluctant whispering.  I slipped on those pants and grinned.  3 weeks later, I found out that I was pregnant again.  Eek.  Those pants have been in hiding in my drawer since November.  Last night I put them on to go out to dinner with my man and BFF Kristen.  They fit.  Oh yes, they fit!  Oh, happy day!