He asked.
"I just packed my hospital bag," I answered.
I'm dying here. I hope I can make it to March. Or at least until Sean returns from Asheville. Or at least until the crib is assembled. Or at least until I have purchased one diaper, p.j., blanket or bottle of formula.
And most importantly, at least until I've had my roots touched up.
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Don't worry - if you go early - we'll shop for you while you're in the hospital! What are friends for :-)
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