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Easter weekend with the little guy in my tummy was crazy!! He liked eating sugar just as much as I did, and really other than my back hurting from slaving over an oven all of Sunday,
Actually thats a lie. I was tired ALL WEEKEND!!
Everyone was in town, and I wanted to be a good social butterfly, but sometimes, when your the pregnant woman in a room full of abled bodied fun people, your the lame outcast.
Next year, Easter will go something, a like-a this-a:
MILLIONS OF MARSHMALLOWED EGGS!!! And the Hubs and Baby D can have some too I guess.The Dying of Easter Eggs will start the Friday before Sunday dinner, so me and the little guy can eat them all weekend.I will not be the only one cooking, because if I thought cooking was hard with my puppies hanging all over me, something tells me a baby might be harder. EASTER EGG HUNTS WILL HAPPEN SOME HOW!! And Baby D will not wear a weird sailor outfit, but more than likely WILL wear some sort of sweater vest. Because NO ONE is ammune to a baby boy in a sweater vest.
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