Yep, still pregnant.

Nope, I’m not that miserable, unless it’s 2am, and I have to physically flop from one side to the other before rolling out of bed and hobbling to the bathroom to pee and then realizing I’ll be awake at this time, but for longer periods of time, for many months.  And then despair does sink in.  But not for long:  my bladder holds not-a-lot, then it’s waddling and flopping back to sleep.

It’s not your job to tell me what Abe is doing.

Abe, knock it off.

Boo is due September 19th-ish.  The boys were due around the same day-date, and they came a week-ish early, but she’s a girl, so she’ll do whatever she wants.

Yes, she may come early.  But I’m mentally preparing myself for an October due date.  Stop rolling your eyes at me, Dr.  Tami.

Use.Your.Words.  Howling is not considered a word.

Ow.  Fake contraction, but still:  ow.

No, we don’t have a name.  Yes, that suggestion is great:  I’ll run it by the fam when I get a chance …

No more Elmo At the Orchestra:  Elmo needs a break.  Or Mama’ll need a drink, and she can’t have one of those for a while.

[Shaking belly]:  WHAT’S YOUR NAME?!!!?

Ow:  real contraction.  Sorry.

It’s only 7:30am.  I’m not talking about Screen Time Plans for the day right now.

Please stop smashing the cherry tomatoes into your shirt:  no, it’s not a tie-dye method.

You just ate an hour ago:  I’m not prepared to talk about snack time right now.

Way to poop in the toilet!

Shhhhhh.

You just ate a half hour ago.  I’m not ready to talk about lunch yet.

No, I’m not opposed to pink:  I just think there should be an appreciation of colors *beyond* pink for girls – girls can wear blue, too.

You can tell me I don’t have cankles, but you can’t tell me I don’t have *self-perceived* cankles:  don’t take that away from me.

It was a day.

I’m glad you have room for one more foods in your tummy:  we’ll get that in tomorrow morning.  For now:  go.to.bed.

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