I should have known this baby would be a boy.
Pardon me, but I've had gas like crazy. I wake up in the morning and the serenade begins, usually with a burp. Another crude noise (or 4) follows.
Then, I complain about my sciatic nerve.
My husband is a lucky man.
Friday, September 7, 2007
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