It's official, I'm gigantic. No, like, really big. When I sit, my Budda belly pushes against my legs. I think there's so much belly pressure against my legs that the baby starts punching my legs to tell me that I'm squishing him. What the heck? I didn't know that was possible. People at work really want to rub my belly, but once the get within an inch or so, they switch to a hover around a crystal ball movement.
It's not so bad, but besides not eating hot dogs, the sleepless nights, and my new kankles, it's pumpkin latte time and I'm missing out. I'm kind of sad. I stood in front of the pumpkin latte poster eating it with my eyes like I do every morning at work with the doughnuts in the cafeteria at work.
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