Bookerdogs Make Perfect Swords
Ugh. 34 weeks preggo today. Baby is getting big! (Both of us.)
I have to tell all of you guys out there, you are missing out on one of the wierdest feeling ever by not being able to be pregnant. Feeling a baby moving around inside of you, completely out of your control, is just outer limits. Now that the baby is so big, it’s no longer the cute little kicks and nudges, but downright squirming and pushing against major organs. Ouch, kinda. He really seems to have issues with my ribs.
This weblog thing is incredibly cool, but also totally daunting. Do I really have anything interesting to say? Does it matter?
That’s the beauty!
As for me, some pertinent information: I’m 26. I make my living as a freelance copywriter. I am currently 33 weeks pregnant with our first child. It’s a boy. I’m white. I have brown hair and freckles. It’s a beautiful day outside. That’s pretty much it for now.
First you get the sugar, then you get the women, then you get the power!
I just invited Tim to join us here at “Bookerdogs.” (hushed voice) But will he accept?
You are hearing my voice!