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Where in the fuck is my fruit? I happened to click on my diary and saw the images didn't appear. I emailed the chick who did the design but never heard back. I loved that fucking fruit. I have less than a month to go and I am ready for it to be now. I was awake all last night with slight contractions, and believe me, I was so hoping it was the real deal. No such luck. My life is dull right now. I can't go out and do anything due to the bedrest, so I work, come home, and that about sums it up. My hubby went to the store for me yesterday and brought back a dozen red roses. For no reason. He is so excited about the baby. I am too, and I don't mean to sound ungrateful for the blessing I have been given. I am just very crabby, uncomfortable, and tired. You know, the usual.
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