Chanel's pregnancy symptoms are rubbing off on me. I know, some of you may have heard me say that the phenomenom is bogus, but I am man enough to admit that my view may have been slightly inaccurate, and based solely on incorrect and incomplete information presented to me.
Cases in point:
I had heartburn the other day. The culprit: yougurt. Sweet, innocent yogurt. I can usually eat jalapeno peppers engulfed in flames without so much as a tickle in my throat, so this sudden unprovoked acidic reflux activity freaked me out.
I recently had a backache. Again, not something I am used to experiencing.
My stomache got very queasy this morning. Granted, it was due to the bus ride, but it was not fun or controllable.
Chanel, and all you other expectant or current mothers, you've built up some mad sympathy collateral with me. I hesitate to say empathy because my experiences are but fleeting moments when compared to your 40 weeks. You rule and deserve EVERYTHING your sweet gracious wonderful caring considerate not-thinking-of-yourselves hearts desire.
I am writing to President Bush this afternoon demanding he declare EVERY DAY Mother's Day.
Chanel, I don't know how you do it, but you do. And you don't complain, so I sometimes forget that you're even pregnant. I'm so in love with you it's not even funny. But if it was funny it would be the funniest thing on earth.
Chanel, you're the best. War you, Chanel.
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war you ryan! this made me smile super big and totally laugh, you're so cute!
i guess the dry heaving in the morning is the only reminder I can give you that I am prego- that and the fact that I resemble the gorilla mom on tarzan.
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