We have a winner!

On Friday morning Wonderful Husband felt SheBean for the first time. Now, at any moment, I must be prepared for his hand to dart to my stomach “just in case she kicks.” Wonderful Husband is the best.

This weekend took us to a snotty resort town because WH had to give a presentation at a conference. We splurged on a fabulous meal where we hobnobbed with the want-to-be famous but certainly rich. Over lemonades and steak, we decided on a name for the SheBean. We’ll see if it sticks!