Why am I so happy to have the house to myself when the kids are being watched by someone else (so rare, but is the case this morning), at the same time as being excited to be pregnant with my fourth? Those two things are so inconsistent that I am trapped in a shame spiral.
Why do the pregnancy books always describe the growing size of the fetus with a fruit or a vegetable? (size of a kiwi, size of an heirloom tomato, etc.) Why not something a pregnant woman is familiar with -- say, size of a twinkie, size of a individual bag of potato chips, size of a package of Oreo Cookies?
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teeheehee
LOL - Good questions...
Corey - I think you're sense of humor & wit has reached a Tina Fey-ic level! I laughed so hard - when I read this post just now -
Corey, I miss you.
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