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Waiting to find out the sex of your baby is like waiting for Christmas, only worse because it's better than My Little Pony or a bike, it's a BABY. I've been counting down the days and finding it very frustrating that I'm barely any closer to knowing.
The baby seems to know that I'm freaking out because he/she has been kicking more AND he/she is kicking hard enough that Adam can feel it. I know, it's a little thing, but I love being able to give Adam something during the whole baby-making process.
This weekend should be pretty cool. Adam and I are going to order new glasses. I love new glasses. I've worn glasses since I was six months old, so I find them a fun accessory. I think they're a huge part of my personality. I'm a girl who wears glasses (and finds boys to make passes.)
After we do that we're going to shop around for some plants for the backyard. I have no idea what Adam has in mind, though. I'm just going to go with the idea that I can look at pretty flowers and hope that I can pick something out that he'll let me bring home. I wish I had an idea of what his plan for the backyard entailed.
Mom is slipping and sliding down the sanity line. I'm probably being harder than I should be, but oh well. She's been drinking and moping around the house. Every time I see her she is slightly more sullen and abrasive than before.
She is dreading the court date and it's oozing out of every pore. It's making me wish I lived on an island far away from her.
I suppose that's it for now.
The baby seems to know that I'm freaking out because he/she has been kicking more AND he/she is kicking hard enough that Adam can feel it. I know, it's a little thing, but I love being able to give Adam something during the whole baby-making process.
This weekend should be pretty cool. Adam and I are going to order new glasses. I love new glasses. I've worn glasses since I was six months old, so I find them a fun accessory. I think they're a huge part of my personality. I'm a girl who wears glasses (and finds boys to make passes.)
After we do that we're going to shop around for some plants for the backyard. I have no idea what Adam has in mind, though. I'm just going to go with the idea that I can look at pretty flowers and hope that I can pick something out that he'll let me bring home. I wish I had an idea of what his plan for the backyard entailed.
Mom is slipping and sliding down the sanity line. I'm probably being harder than I should be, but oh well. She's been drinking and moping around the house. Every time I see her she is slightly more sullen and abrasive than before.
She is dreading the court date and it's oozing out of every pore. It's making me wish I lived on an island far away from her.
I suppose that's it for now.
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