Avocado!

Oh, lil baby, I am excited you are growing! I can't wait to meet you (In a strictly keep your cute butt in my womb where you belong for a long time sort of way.)

I've been a week and a half without heartburn - Halle-freakin-lujah! Been feeling pretty good. Craving all things sweet and despising vegetables. Silly baby.

Baby can hear us now! So now I'm going to start reading stories to him/her.

So. I'm having another baby. YAY! (and thank you God for the ability to compartmentalize!)

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