Once upon a time I met a frog.
I kissed the frog.
He turned into a Grumpy Prince.
I married him anyway.
We had a baby.
This meant getting pregnant.
Being pregnant is very strange.
I felt an intense urge to blurt this out to everyone.
Having a baby also, oddly, means ACTUALLY having a baby.
I felt the need to blurt this out as well.
I am still blurting.
Welcome to my blurt.
No comments:
Post a Comment