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it's getting close. i've only gained 13 pounds this time, but somehow i'm still huge. big baby, at least that's what i'm guessing. i'm at that uncomfortable stage. it's hard to breath, laying down feels so good, but oh so evil at the same time. i need help getting up, and i can't stand and hug brenna for long periods of time anymore. it's okay, she likes sitting in my lap for snuggles on the couch. jc's room isn't finished, it's barely started, and i'm not even sure what i want to do for a gimmick for him. boys are harder to be creative for. i'm in nesting mode so bad, but i'm stuck by my limitations. no one has thrown me a shower yet, and i'm getting nervous that i won't get one at all. i mean, i know i was a bitch last time, first time expectant mother issues and all, but why does that exclude me from having one this time? :shrugs: sad for me. anyway, gonna go and watch everyone else play poker now. bad night for me. stupid cards. :hugz: ny'nite
p.s. next saturday is D day, bad day. please leave love. MUAH!
p.s. next saturday is D day, bad day. please leave love. MUAH!