And look, the "think pink" affliction starts at the mommy before it makes its way to baby girl.
I have to go now...the oven timer just went off on my husband's chocolate chip cookies. See, this is *all* his fault.
Monday, March 26, 2007
That pregnant lady looks like a she's got nothing more than a soccer ball in her belly?
Yeah, that "just a soccer ball" lady ain't me. I'm carrying this baby in my cheeks (all four of them), thighs, arms, and just about anywhere else you might not expect to find her.
And look, the "think pink" affliction starts at the mommy before it makes its way to baby girl.
I have to go now...the oven timer just went off on my husband's chocolate chip cookies. See, this is *all* his fault.
And look, the "think pink" affliction starts at the mommy before it makes its way to baby girl.
I have to go now...the oven timer just went off on my husband's chocolate chip cookies. See, this is *all* his fault.
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I kid you not, just before I clicked here, I made a mental note to tell you today that I wanted to see pictures of you. And, here you are!
oh, you are so cute.
and holy crap...pink!!!!
and I don't know what that cleavage complaint at work was all about :)
OMG, you are so melodramatic. It must be a hormonal thing. (<--that was a joke.) Based on your complaining, I really thought I'd see a very chubby Kari, and I don't. You're just complain-y Kari.
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