Yesterday on my way to work, I saw a picture of a breakfast burrito on a restaraunt window and HAD to have one even though I'd just eaten breakfast. I bought one and almost crashed because I was eating and driving, and eating was much more important to me than driving.
Every evening at around 8:30, I eat Eggo waffles with butter and syrup and a cold glass of milk.
The thought of cupcakes makes me gag.
I was determined to fit into my skinny jeans one last time today. I have been in pain all day and I think my jeans are probably in pain too, but at least they are staying buttoned and I look skinny.
Noah asked me how the baby comes out...I lied and told him that they cut my tummy open to get the baby out (it is a possibility, not really a lie), he was traumatized...but I think that was less traumatizing than the other option...Any suggestions for appropriate answers for my 3 year old?
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OK, I just have to say that I am SOOOOOOO looking forward to your blogging during the next 8 months for the soul fact of the extreame bellying aching laughs I have in store for me ;)
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