Folks, it's finally happened. I never thought this day would come, but here it is, and I am trying to cope as best as possible.
What I'm trying to say is...gas is no longer funny.
I used to giggle to myself every time I'd break wind or burp. Sometimes, I'd even sing, "a fart is a burp your ass makes..." to the tune of that Sleeping Beauty Disney song. Passing gas out of any orafice was always a source of juvenile joy to me. Maybe that was because of the novelty of it all...
Guess what isn't novel any more. Dudes. Everytime I bend over I have to fart. Everytime I stand up, I have to burp. It's becoming increasingly embarrassing. I can't just laugh off every single one because it happens constantly!!!
Anyway, I'm feeling great and Fozz is 3.4 inches in length now. I am not getting sick anymore and I've stopped wanted to kill people on public transport or at work (everyone - you can breathe a sigh of relief now - I won't be hitting you with my umbrella)
Fozz is fully mobile now (hence the increase in gas) and can go wherever little Fozzies want to go inside of wombs. I can't feel Fozz yet, but I hear that is coming in the next few weeks! Hells yes!
Anyway, that's all I have for now. Me and my incresingly large belly are going to step out for lunch.
-Emily, Co-DNA Donator to Fozzy Baby.
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Here is a little peom that you taught me once upon a time.... Excuse me, excuse me for being so rude, it was not me it was my food. It got so lonely down below it just came up to say...HELLO!
ReplyDeleteAs for the gas..this to shall pass :)
Farts are still funny. I don't care what you say.
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