A couple of weeks ago, I was a total wreck, just crying over everything, over every little thing... I bet I was driving Jeff mad... Well anyway, I had just come back from getting the mail, totally out of breath, and I was was looking in the fridge for jam. I couldn't find it and started crying. Then I started crying because I knew I sounded stupid and weak, and just plain prego, which made me only cry harder.
Sweet Jeff, takes me by the hand and leads me to the couch. He sits me down and fixes me some toast with jam on it. After bringing it to me, he sits down next to me. I start crying again because I'm embarrassed but grateful. He grabs my hand and says to me, "if it makes you feel any better, the first thing they'll do to the baby when it comes out is slap it!" and ya know it actually made me feel tons better! :)
Sweet Jeff, takes me by the hand and leads me to the couch. He sits me down and fixes me some toast with jam on it. After bringing it to me, he sits down next to me. I start crying again because I'm embarrassed but grateful. He grabs my hand and says to me, "if it makes you feel any better, the first thing they'll do to the baby when it comes out is slap it!" and ya know it actually made me feel tons better! :)
