it's slowly becoming a reality.
my belly is growing. there is no denying that a 'being' is alive & well inside my rounded middle.
some days it doesn't seem real. i barely remember to feed the dogs & j would misplace his teeth if they were 'falsies.' how can we be trusted with a child?
maybe we'll take the same approach to parenthood as we do with marriage-
love, laugh, learn, live in the moment, let it be.
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how is it that we're being trusted with living, breathing, needing human beings?! all i wanna do right now is sit around all day in my pjs eating hazlenut gelato (amazing stuff from this italian joint down the street, you really must try it) and watch episode after episode of sex and the city ignoring the outside world all-together. god help us:)
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