Bloob
Poofiness.
Call it what you will, but today I stabbed myself in the tummy with a knife. I wasn't trying to off myself, and beleive it or not, I wasn't even trying to expidite the birthing process, despite my earlier posts.
I just don't realize where my body begins and ends anymore. There's so MUCH of it.
3 comments:
Cut the crap. Where is the baby! We were promised a baby weeks ago! Give us the baby! We don't even care what his name is! I will do his laundry! Just give us the baby! We wnat to see the baby!
All love & many kisses,
Linda x0x0x0x0
I agree with Linda. This baby's apparently waiting for a drum roll and the red carpet to be rolled out in front of him. And poor you!! I'm not sure i understand how a knife poked you in the stomach, even if your belly is that large, but jeez!
Clearly, this means you are only allowed to lounge on the couch while your man-servants feed you peeled grapes and sparkling juices. Clearly.
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