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March 21, 2006
can't go on
Prepare to be whined at. I'm so over this. I can barely drive anymore. The steering wheel rubs on my belly. I can't get comfortable anywhere. I only have two shirts that fit. I can't sleep. I keep bumping my belly into things. Waaa.
I'm thinking today will have to be the day because I have a big project due at work, I didn't have time to shave my legs and I forgot my cell phone. That's gotta be some kind of Murphy's Law waiting to happen, right?
Posted by bugg at March 21, 2006 08:45 AM
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Is it time? Can we do it?
Alright, everybody, altogether now:
"BABY! COME OUT! COME OUT COME OUT!"
Posted by: Mona Buonanotte at March 21, 2006 11:03 AM
oh i wish that really worked. thanks mona.
Posted by: bugg at March 21, 2006 11:12 AM
PUSH PUSH PUSH! :) SOON SOON SOon. :)
Posted by: epicurist at March 21, 2006 12:29 PM
ugh, pregnancy [so i've been told] is both a blessing and torture. hang in there mama!!! when are you due?
Posted by: ms bees knees at March 21, 2006 06:32 PM
I'm telling you, the baby wants to be an Aries, can't blame . . . her? Crap, that's right, right? Hang in there!!!!
Posted by: Jayne at March 22, 2006 12:50 PM
Well, I know why you didn't have the little one this day. You probably had on clean underwear.
Posted by: justme at March 28, 2006 07:44 PM