Monday, May 9, 2011


dear baby,

this evening, your father made dinner! surprise: he can cook. two helpings of uber garlicky spaghetti in my tummy to satisfy this ridiculous appetite you've caused -- i'm quite satisfied.

on another note, my abdomen and hips are so sore today. maybe this means you're growing. supposedly, your facial features are developing as are so many of your internal organs. your heart beats now.

i so look forward to meeting you.

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