No. We're not pregnant. And I don't think we ever will be. In Vegas, we took one of those morph pictures of what our children might look like. Apparently, our child will have a horrible haircut and look more like Cindy Lou Who than either of us. And where did the brown eyes come from? What's with that hair? Did Mr. Snuffalupagus die on our daughter's head?
They should stop having high school kids take care of eggs or bags of flour or those new robot babies as a form of birth control, and just make them take one of these photos. Yikes.
Let's hope genetics will triumph over science yet again. In our defense, Tracie had trouble posing for the picture, as I was still in the booth and she couldn't match up in the right spot, (they take them so fast) and the machine cost 5 bucks. A face only a mother could love. And if any of you say it looks like us, you're out of the will.