They're the lazy ones. My 'nursery' is nothing but a spare room with spare parts still in it. The Large Man had his friend, the Smaller Man, finally help him move the bigger furniture out of my room. But, it still doesn't look like a place where I wanna hang out. I included a picture below...pathetic.
Speaking of the Large Man, he and my mom have narrowed MY name down to a few choices. I still don't get a say, but at least they have been testing the names out when they talk to Mom's stomach. I'm not going to ruin the surprise here, because I was threatened with circumcision. How would I even let them know my disapproval. Fidget? They think that's cute. I would spit up, but I think at this point that ends up worse for me than either of them.
Anywho, I'm going to get some more of my 14 hours a day of sleep. Jealous? Check you during the third trimester.
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