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I can't go to sleep until I kiss Chamblee goodnight. Sometimes I wake her up, most times I don't.
I ate a whole row of fresh baked brownies the other night. In one
I put my first maternity pants on tonight. It was bound to happen.
I blatantly roll my eyes when people without children talk about what parents should or shouldn't be doing with theirs. They'll do the same. When they become parents.
I get a little excited when Cham falls asleep in the car. It means I get to carry her in with her blond hairs on my shoulder. There's nothing sweeter.
I haven't bitten my nails since I found out I was pregnant. K is out of town for one night, I get stressed, and poof! They're all gone.
I now watch TV shows for the credits. I need a boy name.
Chamblee looks nothing like me. {old news}
I want a minivan! It's the most practical option for us, swear.
*Bonus Round*
So what if this is Chamblee's new smile:
It's just a phase...right? ...Right?!
Off to Bible Study... I need to blog about how much I love these ladies!!! Soon, very soon!
Until Next Time,
The Guff



You know where else is good for names? Cemeteries. Yeah, we did it. Twice.
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