You don’t update for four days and everyone calls out the search parties.

September 11th, and the 22nd.

Baby predictions: will be three feet long and able to attend college at birth.

Still sick, getting better. I’ve had two almost identical dreams now about getting up in the middle of the night to pee and I end up having the baby in the bathtub 20 minutes later while Curtis sleeps. She has black hair in those dreams. I really don’t want to have the baby all by myself at 3am, so here’s hoping Curtis wakes when I scream at him (because he never does in my dreams, and I’m not about to risk getting blood on the carpet by going in there and shaking him. That’s just messy. If that happened I’d end up cleaning it up right there before it got to stained. Push push, scrub scrub.)
(This is what happens with obsessive compulsive clean freaks try to have babies.)



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