NO, The Husband and I are not expecting a baby. “We’re pregnant” is a phrase that just irks me to no end. WE cannot be pregnant. I can be pregnant. (Well, not me, personally, I can’t be pregnant, that ship has sailed.) But I, as a female, could be pregnant. We, as a couple, cannot be pregnant. Last time I checked only a female can carry a baby. (Or a petri dish, but that’s a different blog.) I just heard a person on a talk show say she and her husband were pregnant. After I finished yelling at the TV (something I have started to do frequently since I stopped working) I looked up the word “pregnant”.
The Oxford dictionary defines pregnant as:
(Of a woman or female animal) having a child or young developing in the uterus.
Whew, Glad I got that off my chest.
My work here is done.
The painting above is from the Brooklyn Botanical Garden. A beautiful sunny summer day in the garden. The paths were bright and dappled with sunlight and the flowers were in full bloom.
And the above hand-made watercolor card was done for my nephew who is off to college to study automotive repair. Good luck Kevin!
And it was just another day on the NYC subway when I spotted these two. I was more fixated on the fact that it was SO HOT in NY and even hotter down in the subway station and here are these two in what seemed like really hot latex body suits. Whatever. Luckily the came train shortly after I took this picture of them and we all went to where ever it is we go.
Bonus Fun Fact: This symbol: # is also known as an “octothorpe”.