Obviously, I'm Psychic

So tonight we get back from a nice dinner and a movie. Paul checks the phone and says, "Huh. My sister called."

"Ah. She's pregnant," I reply.

And, of course, I'm right. I mean, it doesn't really take a genius to figure it out, since (a) she confessed to me at the other sister's wedding in June (you know...the sister who's due in June) that they were going to start trying soon, and (b) Paul's sisters *never* call us. Never. Ever. And a + b = another new niece/nephew on the way in October.

Apparently, there's been a method to my baby-knitting madness lately. It's all the psychic pregnancy vibes.

But enough blogging for now. I've got more baby crap to knit.