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Friday, August 26, 2011

Tears at 39 weeks.....and braxton hicks

Pics may come soon--but for now I wanted to share this song--it is getting to the part where we can have this baby at any moment and things are starting to get real.
I heard this song and teared up a bit but it mostly made me so excited! I cannot wait to meet our new little person and see what he looks like and hold him and let him know just how much he is wanted and loved. (and show him all of his new cool stuff! Thanks to our family and friends we are all set up! As soon as my print arrives I will take some pics of the nursery for your viewing pleasure)
Until then? Braxton Hicks are kicking my butt! It has been 24 hours straight of every 10 minutes or so. I am really happy that something is happening but it is kind of making me less fun to be around for sure! (not to mention scared sh**tless for the real deal)



Good morning, son.
I am a bird
Wearing a brown polyester shirt
You want a coke?
Maybe some fries?
The roast beef combo's only $9.95
It's okay, you don't have to pay
I've got all the change

Everybody knows
It hurts to grow up
And everybody does
It's so weird to be back here
Let me tell you what
The years go on and
We're still fighting it, we're still fighting it
And you're so much like me
I'm sorry

Good morning, son
In twenty years from now
Maybe we'll both sit down and have a few beers
And I can tell you 'bout today
And how I picked you up and everything changed
It was pain
Sunny days and rain
I knew you'd feel the same things

Everybody knows
It sucks to grow up
And everybody does
It's so weird to be back here.
Let me tell you what
The years go on and
We're still fighting it, we're still fighting it
You'll try and try and one day you'll fly
Away from me

Good morning, son
I am a bird

It was pain
Sunny days and rain
I knew you'd feel the same things

Everybody knows
It hurts to grow up
And everybody does
It's so weird to be back here.
Let me tell you what
The years go on and
We're still fighting it, we're still fighting it
Oh, we're still fighting it, we're still fighting it

And you're so much like me
I'm sorry

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