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Well, that’s a lie We still have to finish getting her nursery put together, but after that … it’s game on

Xander

33 Weeks Pregnant

Baby is the size of a pineapple

“Thea, would you stop breathing downto concentrate”

“I don’t think that goes there”

“Thea,” I groan “Don’t you have so better to do?”

I’ve been trying to put together the crib for the last hour, and Thea picked the hardest fucking crib in the whole universe This thing is i to do this next week, but I think her flocking or nesting or whatever it’s called has kicked in, because she’s turned into a psychopath It’s Christ in the nursery is ready, like the baby’s going to drop from the sky tomorrow

The baby isn’t due until February twentieth, but at our last appoint to co Not by hed hysterically at that, tellinglike me

But since then, she’s gone into thisneeds to be ready I’ve already put the stroller together and installed the car seat in the car, and she’s packed her hospital bag

I keep re listen

Stubborn woman

“If you’re going to stand there, make yourself useful and hand me that” I point to a screw that’s rolled away

She sighs “You could at least ask nicely”

I sigh, re it on backward “Please,” I bite out