The true test of my love for my unborn child is not whether or not I willingly endure the shots, the vomiting, the bajillion appointments, the pills, the tests, the blood pressure monitoring, the discomfort, the fatigue, the anxiety...
No, the true test of my love is whether or not I can manage to keep from eating the brownie batter in the bowl in front of me.
This kid is loooooved.
Um, seriously. You may be the best mommy ever...
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