Last week I got a phone call from my local library. A book I had put on reserve was ready for me to pick up.
Awesome. I always love getting those calls! Even though they never tell you what book it is you've got coming.
So, I hauled my two-year-old down to the library, stuck him in his stroller, and went to the reserve shelf. (I keep him in a stroller because I'm pregnant with twins, and since I've had complications, I'm not allowed to lift him.)
Imagine my surprise when this is the little gem I picked up:
Woohoo! That's MY book! And I just checked it out from the library!! On my way to the check out desk, I wanted to stop everyone in the library and say, "Have you ever read this book? It's really good. I'm a huge fan of the author." Which is true. I think I can be my biggest fan or my worst critic, depending on the day.
It was surreal walking out of the library with something I had written.
I even have my own call number!...sorta.
I'm not actually going to read it. I'll take it back tomorrow when I drop off my son's Winnie the Pooh VHS. Yes, VHS.
Anyway, if you happen to live in the same area as I do, you may now check out The Gifted from the local library.
I asked my husband if I should sign it before returning it. He told me probably not because they'd charge me for defacing library property.
And just because I thought it was funny that my darling dear took this picture, here is a photo of my pregnant belly...and only my belly. Apparently the rest of me doesn't matter in this whole pregnancy thing.
Can you believe I'm only 14 weeks? Me neither.