I look at it, rub it, hold it, and pat it pretty much all hours of every day. I have never felt so beautiful in all my life! I know that sounds silly, but I have waited oh-mah-god so long for this so you can't blame me, right? The dude loves the belly too. He likes to examine it and makes me stand with my shirt up while cooking dinner or watching tv. So sweet, eh? I like him.
I have an appointment in two days to hopefully* find out the sexes. I am so flipping excited I can barely stand it. My entire work days are filled with baby thoughts. I might as well give up at life until Friday because I cannot cope with anything else right now.
*The word "Hopefully" in this sentance was used with the following definition: If the eff-ing ultrasound techs try to tell me they can't see the genitals of the babies, I will take the wand and shove it up their ass and tell them the gender of their intestines.
Funny tidbit: My boss has started calling them Mutt and Jeff. If it's two boys, that just might stick.
ooooooooh lookit your belly! and ooooooh, lookit the fancy new background of the blog! My god, you're SO FANCY.
ReplyDeletelookin' good, missy. :)
I know, right? I've always been a fancy pants, you know that. P.S. I never told you to tell Paige that I like her. A lot.
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