So then I had 3, and I was going to stop at 4 (cause I strongly dislike uneven numbers).
That is, I was planning that....until yesterday.
I sat here rubbing my belly, thinking "this will be the last time I cook a baby". That's depressing. I have heard that when your done, you KNOW it. I don't think I KNOW it. I think that logic says I am done, but screw logic...right?
Ugh....it's probably just hormones, at least, I'm sure that's what my husband is hoping!
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