Last night I ate 2/3 of a half-gallon carton of Baskin Robbins chocolate chip ice cream. Then I went to bed. I was wakened many times during the night by alternately having to pee or suffering a painful wave of heartburn. Oh, and the arduousness of changing positions. Then I dreamed that I was in labor, sharing a room with some other woman, but Stewart was at a concert, so I broke out of the hospital, backless gown and all, and drove to downtown L.A. to find him, but I got tired and the contractions got worse so I decided to ditch the car and walk back.
Then I woke up. Whew.
Omigod, no wonder your rings don’t fit! Well, that will pass. But you gotta stop eating all that ice cream! I understand that this craving is inherited, but you have to control yourself!
And another thing – well, I’ll email you separately about that….
Omigod, no wonder your rings don’t fit! Well, that will pass. But you gotta stop eating all that ice cream! I understand that this craving is inherited, but you have to control yourself!
And another thing – well, I’ll email you separately about that….
Omigod, no wonder your rings don’t fit! Well, that will pass. But you gotta stop eating all that ice cream! I understand that this craving is inherited, but you have to control yourself!
And another thing – well, I’ll email you separately about that….
Congrats on the baby! You look beautiful!
Congrats on the baby! You look beautiful!
Congrats on the baby! You look beautiful!