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Can You Say Slacker?

I am trying to get the house cleaned up and out. Other than that I am just slacking my days away. Here is the 17 week picture. I had my appointment yesterday. The doctor found the heartbeat and everything seems to be going fine. I need to call and make the 20 week ultrasound appointment. And no, we will not be finding out what we are having.

17 weeks

What you thankfully don't see in this picture:
1~ my white legs as I put on shorts today
2~ the not one, not two, but THREE giant pimples I have right now

That's all for now. I am going to eat mac and cheese and watch tv. Like a true lazy, pregnant chick.

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Anonymous said…
Seriously??!! You are not going to find out? Sure would be nice for those of us that like to shop ahead...those end of summer sales...don't think they make green and yellow outfits in 12months sizes. Oh well. Love you guys, Kiki

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