I am suffering from a touch of enough-already-itis. I've tried everything I can think of to clue Baby H in that it's checkout time, but nothing. As I waddle my way to the doctors office for yet another appointment I never thought I'd have to keep, I'm thinking to myself, seriously if I have to come to one more of these appointments sans Baby H you don't even want to know how crabby I can get. And yes, I officially am sporting the pregnancy waddle. Its not cute. Not to rush you or anything but its check out time Baby H.!
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