Mom came up for Memorial Weekend and like always, we put her to work, just like a little Mexican. One of our goals was to get the nursery painted, and paint we did. Well, I didn't know this, but apparently paint fumes will cause me and my unborn child to spontaneously combust, so mom and Derrick painted, and I sat on the floor outside the room watching and pouting like a petulant child. After a while of this, I guess they got tired of me staring at them, and I was finally allowed to paint near the door and window, much to my joy. I love (hate!) the concern, but there is nothing worse is the world than an overprotective mother and Ob/Gyn husband.
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