She’s knocked up. In the family way. Prego. Got a bun in the oven. Just got a one-way ticket to the maternity ward. She ain’t jokin’, Daddy’s a smokin’. Here, have a cigar. Upsizin’ the dresses. Expandin’ the buttzone. Addin’ to the rugrats. She gon’ have a litter. She been rollin’ in the hay, and now the Piper come a callin’.
God it’s been killing me! Ever have a secret that you can’t tell ANYONE? Ok, Kate knows, but it’s been a little hard to hide. Ruthie made me promise not to blog about curtain climber #3 until she told Mom. She wouldn’t tell Mom until after this last ultrasound. (She just wanted to be sure everything was OK. It is.)
Well I feel better. How ’bout you?