My feet hurt. My back hurts. Oh, and what do you know, I have to pee again.
I'm stuck all alone at home watching daytime television. Jealous? Didn't think so.
"I want a glass of wine!" I say to the empty house. Maybe just one glass won't…Then I remember Freddie got rid of anything I could possibly want to eat and left the house full of vegetables and whole wheat junk.
I stand in front of my pantry just waiting for something yummy to catch me eye but nothing does. But wait! I remember about a bag of Fladoodles I hid in the storage closet when Freddie's mom decided to organize our pantry. I knew she'd throw them away if she found it so like everything else I want hidden, I threw them in the closet. Then again, that was some months ago and they could be expired…like I care.
After rummaging through the closet for five minutes, I find the bag of cheesy goodness and do a small victory dance. I rip open the bag and the cheddar scent bursts into the air…causing me to be hit with a wave of nausea. I throw the bag on the floor
"Ugh!" I plop down on the couch again. This kid doesn't let me eat anything I want.
"Feel free to come on out sometime soon." I say to my little meal ruiner. Then I think of how she will be coming out sometime soon, in just a few weeks actually.
"You're going to love it here." I continue to talk to her. "Your daddy is so excited to see you. Your dad is kinda- well, really nerdy but you'll learn to love him." It's a little weird talking to someone that hasn't been born yet but this feels good and I'm going to have to talk to her for the rest of my life, why not practice.
"You're going to love your aunt Carly just like I do. If you happen to be all girly you can always go to her for shopping trips or manicures and make up tips. I think you'll be more like me though. I want to show you how to make the Sam Supreme sandwich and give a good Texas Wedgie."
"And I hate to break it to you but both of your grandmothers are insane. One will probably strap a helmet and shin pads to you as soon as I pop you out and the other might offer you a beer before the age of five."
I'm quiet in thought for moment because what I want to say next is important and I want to say it right whether she can hear me or not.
"I want you to know that you have to be patient with me. I've never been a mom before and responsible isn't exactly one of the words that comes to mind when you think of me. I'm going to try really hard to be a good mom. I can't really cook, homework makes me frustrated, and cleaning is something I make your dad do but I promise that I'll get better because even though we haven't met, I already love you so much."
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