With her mouth open
Hand at her chin
We were supposed to go in on Monday afternoon but John had been up the night before with the flu. At first he was going to try to swing it, then he called to say he just couldn't do it. I cried and was more than a little bit peeved. Thank god I can blame the hormones. Only a crazy pregnant person can justify being mad at her husband for having to move an ultrasound when he spent the entire prior night throwing up. The man should get a medal.
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