An important milestone will be achieved today my little beet baby. Your father is taking me to buy me a pregnancy pillow so that you and I can sleep together with a touch more comfort. It's not the odd dreams (an art answering service? a platform in the middle of an abyss for ritualistic art recitals?) that propel me towards the insomnia, it's the flipping that we do trying to get comfortable. Or maybe it's your dad's snoring. I'm wishing us sweet dreams.
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