I will miss feeling the tiny tidal wave inside my belly
I won't miss singing into the ears of someone I can't see
I will miss (believe it or not) my belly as community property
I won't miss end-of-term doctor "exams"
I will miss unsolicited back and foot rubs
I won't miss feeling like a watched pot
And I can't wait
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I like this poem of a post
I just read the news. Congrats. I was convinced you'd have a girl! How wrong I was. I will hold off visiting for as long as I can... I might stop by tomorrow afternoon... I LOVE YOU!
Love this post. How close are you now?
Seems about right to me. Here's to the rest of your life!
I will miss all of the episiotome talk.
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