Lately, my posts are sporadic but I never forget about you. Ever. In fact, without you, I don't actually have anyone to talk to except myself (which can be awkward when I'm sleeping). I don't believe the hubs has heard a word I've said since 1912, family knows I have a morbid fear of the phone unless it's via text and other friends...meh. Basically, I MISS YOU. No joke (and why would I joke about that?).
While my writing self has taken a dramatic pause for thought, my pregnant self has taken an UHH-SERIOUSLY? moment as I ponder the giant (excuse the phrase) WANG growing in my body as we speak. I mean, I had doubts before, but after photographic evidence of my son's crazy big junk, I'm a little freaked out. It's one thing to change a diaper. It's quite another to chase a three-legged little boy around the house. At least if all else fails, he'll have job security in the adult film industry...
What's a mother to do? SCRATCH THAT. What's Candyland to do?
Well, after staring long and hard (pun and tended) at the disturbing ultrasound, I decided to do the only classy thing someone like me would do: BLOG ABOUT IT + POST A PICTURE.
Until next time, man or WOman, please tell me this is normal. Or, LIE TO ME. KThanks.