I feel like I should have a baby ASAP so I can get one of those blankets. I feel that is a good, logical plan.
every time i make one, my husband will inevitably shake his head cuz he knows OUR baby (which does not exist yet, no rumor starting!) will have like....a blanket a month or some shit.
Seriously, he screamed like he was being murdered by a killer clown with a machete this morning bc I attempted to stuff an entire glazed donut in my mouth so I wouldn't have to share. He FREAKED THE FUCK OUT. Augh, I gave him a piece.
listen woman, i'm trying to be all positive and rainbows and unicorns about my attempts to get on the baby train. you telling me i have to SHARE MY SNACKS is not helping!!