Lucy Lime

Macrida Patterson is my hero. She sounds trannylicious. Enjoy.

And if I hear that lawyer fraud say "basically" one more time I might sabotage his thongs!

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Have you ever heard that once you get to a certain point in your pregnancy, you shouldn't lay flat on your back? Something about compressing the spine and nerves and other important body things? Well, I am at that stage. Whenever I lay directly on my back, I get a bit of the light headedness. So, I don't do that anymore. I have found that my posture totally sucks, though. There are times, several times throughout the day actually, when I have to force myself to sit up straight, take a deep breath and stretch my shoulder blades out. If I don't, I get that weird feeling again.

My concern? How many times does this have to happen to me before I retard my kid?

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I am so glad I am having another beautiful, amazing, fabulous son. The thought of a daughter frightens the shit out of me. Of course, I would be thrilled should he really be a she in the end; however, I would eat my own poop before I dropped money on these. Thankfully, I have yet to find anything so ridiculous for boys. All the silly crap are for daughters.

Oh, and I know many people with beautiful, amazing, fabulous daughters. I just know mine would be totally screwed with me as a mom. You guys can all do the honors.

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