I swear that word was invented by a pregnant woman. It's probably the most frequent thing out of my mouth these days. I hoist myself into the car-- "Oof!" I heave myself into bed-- "Oof!" I get up the energy to turn over in bed-- double "Oof!"
Poor Dennis has been listening to my bellyaching (literally) since Sunday when my patience officially ran out with The Bean and his interminable residence in my abdomen. He isn't even born yet, and he refuses to listen to my instructions ("Get out now! Your tenancy is terminated!"). This does not portend well for the next 18 years, does it?
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I was complaining to my Mom yesterday about Arleigh trying to assert herself. She often thinks that she has a better understanding of things than I do. My Mom said, it starts aruond the time they can talk. It seems very small at first but you lose a little bit of control every day until their teenagers. She said I better make sure they turn out okay before their teens because at that point, I won't have any say. I wanted to argue that point but I was too tired from arguing with my kids. That's what doesn't portend well for the future...
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