So this morning, rather than do work (because work is for sissies), I spent a good 10-20 minutes talking with coworkers about Lemon Baby and in the course of said conversation I poked my belly and, dear interwebs, that shit is getting hard, like genuinely pregnant hard and THAT means that I really do have a thing inside my belly.
OH MY EFFING GOD, THERE IS A THING INSIDE MY BELLY!
::Lip quiver::
::Whimper::
And then I promptly lost my shit and may or may not have been on the verge of having my own tiny, precious panic attack because I don't know if you heard me, dear interwebs, BUT THERE IS A T-H-I-N-G (a living, eventually breathing thing) INSIDE MAH BELLY!!!!!!!
Must. Find. Paper. Bag.
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It's funny how that can sneak up on you even though you've known you were pregnant for two months.
Love you!
Good luck keeping her calm Adam. Shanny-girl, you will be fine. We love you and are all very excied about the thing in your belly! (Hi Lemon Baby! xoxoxo)
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