Can I please have my belly smeared with goo already?
Monday is going to be our sonogram. Mr. Blogarella will inspect the screen throughly if its a boy stating that if he sees a particularly large “unit” he can officially say “thats my boy!” Me, I’ll just be hoping the kid isn’t developed enough to give me the finger - I have a feeling its on to me and knows that its not going to get a teet full of Dunkin’ Donuts coffee when it makes its big escape. Anybody know where I can get some iron pasties to protect myself?
