Cliche

I feel like a cliche when I'm....


...knitting a baby blanket in public (it's not even for me!)

...walking down the ice cream aisle at the grocery store

...oogling baby clothes

...subconsciously rubbing my belly at any and all times of day

Comments

Anonymous said…
Ha! I know what you mean. I think the thing I took pride in, however, is that I NEVER ONCE sent Jake out at odd hours (or any hour for that matter) for some weird food craving I was having. I might demand we go eat Indian food one night, or Mexican, but I never said, "Baby, you really need to go get me a whopper..." He'd have done it though. I expect Steve would too.

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