morning sickness blows. on my bed praying for death. phone rings holls comes over and we just hung out in our pj's and made her some breakfast. work went well. some lady came for our msr or whatever the hell the other thing is called. she was nicer than vicky and reminded me of that lady from the west wing. came home and past out on the couch.
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are you pregnant?
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