8%
On August 28, 2003, six years ago, Steve and I met for a date for the first time and I knew that my world really was forever changed. It is an understatement to say that I am so glad I met him. We got all dressed up last night and went on a date to celebrate (it’s not frugal September just yet).
I was reading some archived entries from soulemama, and at some point her husband remarked that she’d been pregnant for 36% of the time that he’d known her (they’ve just had their fourth child, and they wed with their first already cooking). It took me forever to do the math (okay, I just asked Steve, who looked at the ceiling for a fraction of a second and then answered), but I’ve been pregnant for 1/12 of the time that I’ve known him — that’s about 8%.
