The conversation in my bed last night went something like this:
STOMACH: Uh, hello? I'm empty.
KJ: I'm hungry.
HUBBY: That's because it's working.
STOMACH: Yo! You stopped feeding me more than two hours ago. You want me to waste away to nothing?!
KJ: I'm hungry.
HUBBY: The first week is the hardest.
STOMACH: FEED ME NOW, DAMMIT!!!
KJ: I'm really hungry.
HUBBY: Just try to go to sleep.
STOMACH: What the hell is WRONG with you, WOMAN?! Why aren't we going TO THE KITCHEN?!
KJ: (sighs) I'm really, really hungry.
HUBBY: It'll get easier.
STOMACH: I'm a BIG, EMPTY SPACE! I'm DYING HERE! HURRY UP AND ...
(STOMACH's wailing is abruptly cut off as KJ rolls over on top of it and tries to go to sleep.)
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2 comments:
YAAAYYY for KJ! Squish that voice! I am rooting for ya! I know you can do it - and I am gonna do it with ya!
ML
you can do it KJ! I know it's difficult, but the rewards are amazing.
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