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Flutterbug Junior

So basically all you need is a bunch of republican friends who post on facebook and my views are now shared. While watching, I couldn't help myself check my newsfeed to see if anyone else was in such disbelief; I was so glad to hear, my friends were.

I'm still shocked that the news gave him credit. I just like the guy who is there to get the job done and not make a mockery or charm his way through to votes. Politics is killing America. People determined to build trust and respect, to get things done and care about how their actions affect others . . . that's the person I want to see and vote for.

There is no reason to be rude. Witty? Yes. Clever? Yes. Rude? No thank you. My kids will have enough of those examples to go around. 

Welp, it's again Friday. The 12th week went by pretty quickly. 
That's a first. 

You want to know what we did two days ago? I came home from work, and at 6 o'clock I took a nap with Mr Smith and didn't wake up till he woke me up at 9:30. I was mad that we missed dinner, but I kept laying there until it was midnight and he came back in. I got up, ate cereal, checked my email, and then went back to bed. Who-am-I-really.


I want to throw-up. I feel like this constantly. I feel like that would make me feel so much better. But I won't because I really can't. My body just taunts me.

Thanks, baby. Love you too. 

It may be in my head, but sometimes I feel my baby fluttering. It's ever so faint.
I like to think it's my baby and not gas any way. 
I need these little joys to keep me going.

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  1. I swear I felt those little flutters at 12 weeks too. It's not in your head :) Hopefully those sweet flutters make the sickness a little more bearable. I'm sorry you don't feel good!

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