Monday, February 22, 2010

The Story of Little F#&$er

On January 12th Aubrey and I exchanged some texts about our upcoming trip to Estes Park. Since the trip fell right after the sweet spot of my ovulating, we knew that I may have to cut my hot tub soaks a bit short.

Aubrey: "No hot tub for you!"

Me: "I'll just fry the little f#&$er!"

And that is the story of our sweet future child's nickname.

I think that our experience over the weekend (as you probably read on Big Black Dog) proves that I am pregnant and that the Little F#&$er just got his revenge.
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7 comments:

  1. JosieFebruary 23, 2010 at 8:29 AM

    "His" revenge...are you subconsciously hoping for a boy?? Sounds like you could me prego!!

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  2. SarahFebruary 23, 2010 at 9:59 AM

    Ther is no subconscious about it. We WILL have a boy.

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  3. JosieFebruary 23, 2010 at 11:25 AM

    Just for that comment, you'll have twin girls!!!

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  4. SarahFebruary 23, 2010 at 3:24 PM

    Nooooooooo!

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  5. JosieFebruary 23, 2010 at 3:28 PM

    Just think...dance recitals, cheerleading competitions, makeup, monthly periods and peer pressure from teenage boys!

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  6. UnknownFebruary 23, 2010 at 10:58 PM

    Yeah, really sassy, bossy, mouthy little girls who steal your make-up, put nail polish on furniture and repeat every profanity that you utter :) (oh, wait, that's my world) Ok, j/k... keeping my fingers crossed for a boy, a little daredevil who will love his mama more than anything in the world! p.s. they sell HPT's at the Dollar Store.

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  7. SarahFebruary 24, 2010 at 11:40 AM

    If I'm not pregnant, I may get back on birth control. The risks are just too high.

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