Either I always drop things and just notice it more now that it is harder to bend over or I just drop more stuff now. Every time I drop something (like doing laundry last night, nothing went in the machine...) I almost laugh to myself that God is having a good time up there playing with me. "Should I let her get at least one sock in the dryer? Nah..." I have to believe at least someone is getting a laugh out of this because I am not and I doubt it's much fun for Olivia.
Tomorrow at this time I will have seen you, Olivia! I can't wait. I am dying to know who you are looking like. Although, I did just have a talk with my friend/former coworker about how babies tend to look like their dads at birth so the dad doesn't feel competition. This is true for all animals. Or so she says. It makes sense...and has been true for her and my sister's babes. I wouldn't mind, it's not like I was the most attractive baby on the planet...I hope I didn't just insult my father ;-o
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