Upon waking this morning Matt pronounced that I am now the Easter egg - or should I say, my belly is the egg. I can handle that as long as no-one tries to wrap me in gold foil and hide me in a grassy field.I can't believe that next Easter I'll have baby boys to celebrate with. They may not be able to eat candy eggs by then, but being the great mom I'm planning to be, I'll gladly help them out.
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