You had to know it was coming, What To Expect (WTE) daily email. It had to happen sooner or later. But don't cry, we've had a good run. Let's remember the fonder times...You offered me generic daily advice helping me cope with all of the going ons in my pregnant body such as a hemorrhoids (nope) stretch marks (nada) or reminding me to keep up with those kegels! (btw, you weren't kidding...)
You made me cry and scared the bejezus out of me when you said, "head in the toilet for the last two weeks? Rest assured women who experience morning (and afternoon and night!!) sickness are LESS likely to miscarry!" since I wasn't having morning sickness...
I spent more time on Google Image search thanks to you when you described weekly that my Fancy Pants was the size of a june berry, red currant or a small to medium sized watermelon.
You CC'd me on emails meant for Dad about why "She might not be in the mood" or "How to help her feel hot with a bowling ball on her stomach" among other topics that would "help me feel better."
It's been a fun ride, WTE emails... but I have to say good bye. I'm 50% sure I'll sign up for the punishment next time...but 50% sure I won't. Perhaps you could sweeten the deal by making a list of things I surely know about (such as a Hershey's kiss or a 5" size 10 stiletto or a pony of High Life) to compare my Expected to.
TTFN.
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Who's that lady? (As I wrote that, I now have the song in my head, a la the Swiffer mop commercials) (Oh and I'm sure now you do too.) (you're welcome).