This post is just to bump that awesome picture of me and my Wheat Baby down a little lower. Oh mylanta... That post went over like a turd in a punchbowl.
So, in case you just looked at the picture yesterday and didn't actually read, I'm not really pregnant, yo. And if you did read and still couldn't figure it out because I look SO VERY PREGNANT, seriously. No. It's just donuts and cheeseburgers.
It was supposed to be funny. Like, haha! Look how fat Mary has gotten! Teehee! Isn't it funny how she only gains weight in her belly?! Sucks to be her! Hey, Mary... step away from that giant bowl of fettucine alfredo!
I don't know... it seemed funny at the time. Now I am terrified that I will walk into a surprise baby shower in a few months. Ohmygosh... can you imagine? I'm actually getting cold sweats thinking about it. Why I am such a maroon?
This baby factory is closed and condemned and practically demolished. No babies. Never more babies. I've filled up every closet in this house with my offspring. I'm like the old woman in the shoe, the OLD WOMAN part being especially applicable. Seriously, my uterus is broke down. One more pregnancy and it will probably fall right out.
Well, gotta go. Mr. Bingley just devoured Lydia's face. Have a nice weekend! Mine will be gluten-free so think of me as you enjoy your pizza and brownies.