I'm 9 months pregnant, this is as good as it gets.

Me: They're stopping up there.
Mom: Are you cranky this morning?
Me: I just don't like to stop suddenly.
Kid: That means yes.

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Kid: What's a rehabilitation center?
Me: It's a prison.
Kid: So bad people are in there?
Me: Well, yes. Also regular people who did bad things.
Kid: I blame the economy.

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Me: I don't know what I'd do without you.
Kid: You'd be wandering alone, hungry...and dehydrated.

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Kid: Aunt, you're like a dog...
Me and my sister: ...uh...
Kid: ...because you're loyal.


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(Off Real Work and going to the doctor's office no less than eleventy-billion times a week...leaving only time to do drop off/pick up, quick naps, and the occasional load of laundry...I'm in the home stretch!!!)

Pregnant women are smug. Everyone knows it.

32 weeks pregnant and still pukey, dealing with gestational diabetes, headaches, shortness of breath, etc. Am going in for non stress tests twice a week and to the doctor once a week and to my therapist every hour. (Therapist = quality nap time with my body pillow.)

Will be stopping the Real Work here Very Soon according to the perinatologist. And on that day rainbows will shoot out of my butt. Probably.

Until then, please enjoy this little nugget that showed up on the Interwebs.

 
"Bitch, I don't really care."

"You're just giving birth now...you're not mother earth now."

LOLOLOLOLZ x INFINITY.