I am going to have five kids. Five. FIVE. I feel so white-trashy. I feel over-extended. I feel annoyed. I feel poor. And I want to move. Spring fever has sprung and I want to go somewhere else!
I loved my day today, and I want to work. But how can I leave a newborn? Not a three month old, but a fresh from the uterus two week old newborn? If I had planned another baby, I would have planned a much better time for it to come.
Sigh. Well. I am off tomorrow. That's nice.
I loved my day today, and I want to work. But how can I leave a newborn? Not a three month old, but a fresh from the uterus two week old newborn? If I had planned another baby, I would have planned a much better time for it to come.
Sigh. Well. I am off tomorrow. That's nice.
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