As for me, I am surviving. Kris is fun and I can tell he's getting anxious. Yesterday he came home early from work and suprised me with clues hidden around the house and park. A little scavenger hunt that ended with two huge boxes of diapers for the baby and him hiding in the closet. It was hilarious and scared the crap out of me.
And even though I'm starting to get puffy now - oh yes, ankles and face and everything, he still manages to make me feel beautiful. Amazing, considering my state.
In those rare moments when he "messes up" I am quick to remind him of the beauty of my fatness, crankiness and puffiness :)
P.S. Who says you can't have fun at the VERY bitter end? Haha. This is me, warming up for my next shot. Ping pong and yea, he killed me. All four games.
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