So it’s not news that I sometimes undermine my love’s intelligence. Not on purpose of course, but because I know he wouldn’t tell me if he didn’t understand something I said and would let me go on and on.
Aaaaanywho, I often call him at all hours of the day when I have a random question to ask him. So tonight I ask him if it’s common in Mexico to have a party for a pregnant woman who’s about to have the baby, at around 8 months. And he’s like, “…you mean a baby shower?”
I spent most of my time at work today working on our I-130 packet (tehe). I’ve made a lot of progress over the weekend, and my stress level is slowly declining.
I’ll just be happy once this whole package is done and sent off in the mail.