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The baby is pooping right now and she seems to be having such a hard time, LOL. I feel so bad. Of course she *always* sounds like she's really constipated, plus she's still fast asleep in her bassinet, so I'm not worried.
Okay, so, someone do a BBW set with me. For real. I won't be back to my "normal" svelteness (right) for awhile, I enjoy being cuddly, and I have Photoshop to help with my unsightly stretch marks. So let's fucking do this.
Trying to psych myself up to take Emily to Wal-Mart. I'm going to pick up mmore of her pictures (I'll post some more once I get them), some more formula, juice for mommy, and bridal magazines. I figure while I'm on maternity leave, I might as well get some ideas for next year. Plus Ed and I have been talking about it alot recently... we already decided that we're going to get married on Long Island, by this priest dude that's a friend of his family.
As I'm being inundated with pop-ups, I'm gonna sign offline in disgust in three... two... one...