Why I just might make it:
Got a full night's sleep (Faith slept from 9 pm to 6 am)
Checked these off my list:
Buttoned and zipped a pair of non maternity pants (no comment on the skin folding over)
Choked out the words (sitcom style, you know, like when the character can't bring himself to say a certain and so he stutters every time he tries to get it out?): "Ryan, this year, I just cannot fit in the neighbor-gift-baking-plate day. It's just going to have to go." He almost died of joy. Sorry neighbors and friends. It's you or me.
And we're starting to get TONS of these:
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