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2024-10-29 19:42:56…Isabella POV…
I am twenty-eight weeks pregnant now.
I am feeling all the best parts of being an expecting mother. I have not stopped counting how many times Clayton rubs my belly. But which is even more precious is when we go to bed in the evening, if he manages to keep his hands to himself, he finds the time to read 'The Cat In A Hat' to our little baby boy. I wish that he did not read that to him, for I find a cat wearing a bow tie and a hat very disturbing.
But apart from this, he nearly has the nursery to the way that he wants it to be, though what I am surprised about is that he has not used as much blue as I thought he would do. But I can almost say that there is nothing that our little baby boy will lack, for he has gotten him every little thing you can think of that a baby will need.
So, after not being able to keep his hands to himself and splashing around in the bath, we are now officially late for our appointment at the Doctor to
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