I *sobbed* for 20 minutes Monday night. Cause? Ned Flanders saying to Rod and Todd, "When meet Jesus in heaven, remember to call Him Mr. Christ." Proof positive that somewhere along the line, you and I are of the same bloodline.

I am having your sympathy pregnancy. Sorry? *g* If anyone could do it, though, I bet Essene could figure out a way...

I would trade you some of the orgasm dreams (I'll show you a picture of Crazy-Yet-Hot Melanie when you're here and you'll understand that one) and take your swollen feet if you'll take your share of the incessant constipation. I think the reason it bothers me so is that I NEVER had it before and I've increased my water intake, started taking Metamucil (puh! puh!) three times a day, added Fiber One bars to my diet and made sure I got exercise every day. And yet every trip to the bathroom is an experience in terror. *shudder*

Yet another symptom of pregnancy - talking about poop. I never did that before!

I want Essene's cake!! I've been craving cake. The other day I was thinking, I'm gonna make my own shower cake. I'll make a big sheet cake: half carrot, half chocolate and half yellow. Oh, wait a minute...