Or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Alien Growing Inside Me
18 weeks down, 22-ish more to go!
A few days ago, I thought I felt someone poke me in the stomach - from the inside. I wasn't sure, though. Then yesterday, there was no mistaking the feeling - like someone was playing the piano on my insides for a few seconds. It's odd, and reassuring, and pretty neat.
This is the weirdest and coolest thing I've ever done.
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Well, you've done weirder things...
12:28 PM
Weirder? Like what?
And DON'T say the other day when I said I was going to feed the cats and then went upstairs two seconds later without feeding them...that was dumb, not weird.
1:44 PM
Awwww. You'd better be careful Margaret or Tom's going to start getting worried. I wanna have someone playing piano on my insides.......
No... Wait...I have a Jeffrey.
8:20 AM