It's always a good morning when you put on a pair of khakis and two of the three buttons (on the fly) will not button. As you wedge yourself in to them, you think dear Lord, I look like a stuffed sausage. If that doesn't make you realize that the baby is growing, I don't know that does.
We will be heading to the Doctor this Friday for our 16-week check up. Then we're going for a night of drinking on Saturday for my 30th birthday. Okay, so I'm dreaming, but it would be fun.
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I love the sausage! Say bye bye to your pants until next winter! Time to give in to the maternity wear!
What a great way to bring in a new decade in life... fat and happy!!
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