Yes. I’m STILL pregnant.
My pants won’t stay up. My boobs are falling out. My back hurts. I can’t eat. I can’t sleep. I have Fred Flintstone feet. I’m getting pitying looks from the neighbors and grocery patrons.
My bag is packed. The carseat is installed. The baby clothes are clean. The bassinet is set up. The house has been decluttered. Easter eggs have been dyed. Easter baskets have been prepared and hidden (just in case). My neighbor is on call. My parents arrive tomorrow.
Dear God,
PLEASE get this baby out of my womb and into my arms.
3 responses so far ↓
1 Caroline // Apr 3, 2010 at 11:25 am
Hang in there. You will meet him soon.
2 laura // Apr 3, 2010 at 2:19 pm
won’t be long and then the real fun begins!
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3 gran // Apr 3, 2010 at 3:15 pm
just printed out boarding passes. hang on one more day!
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