Dot says these're gettin too big to cuddle.
Teen Mom, 16 and Pregnant, who needs all that.
They oughtta make a show called 37 and Pregnant. It'd just be old lady Gleemonex shufflin around the house, findin reasons to do without whatever it was she left upstairs instead of going up to get it, deciding on impulse to go to a Red Lobster for the first time in at least 15 years because OMG CHEESY BISCUITS, falling asleep on the couch in front of Treme at like 8:40 p.m., diggin through the plastic bin of stuff from four years ago and wondering why every item is black (daaaamn girl where's the colors? did you think you could hide it last time or what?), "running" three hilarious/pathetic 12:30 miles around the neighborhood. Hot stuff, I tellya. Where's my teevee money?
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posted by Gleemonex at 11:17 AM
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Furrealz? Congratulations!
(Oh, and about those cheesy biscuits? TO DIE. I can't stand seafood, but those biscuits will bring me to Red Lobstah any day.)
Heh! Thanks. :-) Yup, due November 11 w/the second & last Gleemonex kid. It's been so easy, I really have no complaints except that I miss booze. Soooon enough, though. Soon enough.
I think I might go to Red Lobster and just get salad & biscuits. That'd do me real nice.
hooray for you guys! i have 7 more weeks to go in this tx heat and am dying. i can't believe i don't also have a raging case of eczema like my 17 mo old son, what with all my new crevices and the sweat and my total inability to do anything (like bathe) in a timely fashion due to falling asleep at any moment and forgetting anything on a to-do list. haven't hit red lobster yet but have woken up early to buy 3 donuts at h.e.b. and consume them in the car before returning home 8 minutes later.
Francine!! I didn't know you'd saddled up for the rodeo again! Congrats! I can't imagine doing this with a 17-month-old, OR in the Texass heat -- a three-and-a-half-year-old and a temperate Northern California "summer" are plenty troubles for me. Bless your pea-pickin heart, hon (as we'd say back home) ... gotta go eat Third Breakfast.
Woo hoo, congratulations!
I'm guessing your Third Breakfast doesn't involve a second go-'round at Taco Cabana for potato and egg breakfast tacos like mine does.
CONGRATS!
Just dropped in to lurk, but I see that a Congrats! is in order. Glad it's going smoothly. Hope you get a nice easy baby who sleeps and eats like a champ.
OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!
I feel like I'm living that neglect nightmare where I totally forget I have kids, and then I'm all HOLY SHIT! I FORGOT I HAVE KIDS! And then I'm scrambling around trying to figure out where I left them.
Except it's you. I've neglected you. AND YOU'RE PREGNANT! YAY! THIS IS SO GREAT! I feel like such a heel for being so behind in the blogs.
Congratulations a thousand times over! I am so delighted (and ashamed) but delighted!
NOW GET AN RSS FEED SO I REMEMBER TO SEE YOU EVERY DAY. (I say that to my kids too. No one listens.)
For whatever reasons, before when I tried to put you in my google reader, it did nothing. TODAY THOUGH! TODAY it worked. So now I might hear about when your baby is born.
Congrats again. So very happy for you.
Awww, thanks, B'mouse! It's pretty awesome this time around -- like I used up all my anxiety and dread the first time!
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