gotcha
it's not a girl or a boy yet
it's not a puppy, which is good news, birdie and i haven't been snuggling that close even though she is in our bed everynight
it's a 4.67 centimeter embryo turned fetus now that it is the end of the first trimester, or living hell, or 12 weeks of wanting to barf everyday but only really barfing once or twice, or you are shitting me that my stomach is this big and i am only 12 weeks, or my favorite...the "i can't believe you are already telling people" part of the pregnancy!
it's all true because we saw Huck, Hank, Harry, Layne, Layney, Mallory, Susan, Lindsay, Elizabeth, Max, Seven, Favre, Spock, Captain Kirk, Annika, Tiger, Birdy, Billy, Willy, Scotty Junior or whatever the hell this kid's name will be today, on a big, flat screen T.V.. You have no idea how much more pleasant it is to throw your feet in some stirrups when you have a nicer T.V. than you do at home to watch. I still prefer the ottoman but next time, I am bringing my own pillow.
-- B.M.
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