The brat is back
I started crying when John's sister was showing us the set up nursery which is absolutely gorgeous. John laughed at me and held me as I whined, "I want a baby...I want all this cool stuff!" His sister came back and the room and John asked if we could borrow some of the stuff when/if we decide to get pregnant and I hissed to him, "Won't my baby be special enough to get her own stuff?" and then bawled. I think hormones are dangerous things. I continued to cry even as John patted my back and told me that my baby could be as spoiled as I wanted--adding quietly, "Just like you are."
If only this was the least brattiest thing I did this weekend...if only.
If only this was the least brattiest thing I did this weekend...if only.
Labels: babies, bratty mcbratterson, family, i'm wrong for once, john's a saint
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