A Big Baby

I am a baby. A not-sleeping, tired, hungry, wailing, Lucky Charms and Kraft Macaroni and Cheese-eating baby.

I am only seven weeks along and am a total emotional wreck. We are talking Titanic on the ocean floor. We are talking the kind of wreck that gets made into those maps they sell at tourist traps on the coast.

Thank the Lord for a patient husband and Chinese delivery.

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