By Cole :: February 27, 2005 @ 07:34 AM
Once in 40 weeks I happen to stumble slightly down the hallway, and now for days all I hear about is the stagger. As if I'm some wino pregnant lady staggering around the house - "Pour me another Hassan!".
I'll confess to the waddle, Sprout's heavy, and by the end of the day, I'm tired. However, I'm 39.5 weeks pregnant. There is no scientific reason for this child to still be inside of me, except by her own choosing. Which is fine, let her have her fun, I'll spend the next 18 years attempting to tell her where she can sleep anyway.
At least he thinks we're cute. We'll have Hass post a picture or 2 from Friday, so everyone can see the pregnant lady (no he did not photograph the stagger)