Seriously! I am so smart. I hate being around pregnant people, so what do I do? I invite a pregnant girl to my house for a BBQ tonight that we're having. AND...of all pregnant people, it's the one that set me off to go see my therapist. Why do I set myself up for such misery? See how smart I am?
I'll tell you why. Because I love my sister and this girl is a good friend of hers. And this BBQ is for my sister. Ugh. I don't want to hear "oh...how are you feeling?" "You must be so excited for #2!" Gah! Yuck. I should be hearing "Wow....you're getting ready to pop!" or "Any day now!" But nope...nada. Nothing for me. Guess I'll enjoy some alcohol.
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