Well, am I?

Oh yes, so much...

Oh my...

I consulted the magic eightball: "Ask again later." 

No you aren't...You are chopped liver. Oy.

I'm late. VERY late.
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I'll give it a few more weeks.
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Vey.

:)

You should cover yourself better  when joining these photo sessions, Randy Dear.

Ikr? Who du you suspect being the mother though? His fake online fake ex-wife?

:-)

I am That and so are you.

LOL

LOL

I thought it was, "I am that I am".

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She only married me for my poverty.
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You look beautiful, pregnant. And that cute little bum, not one inch bigger. ;-)

Lol, thank you.

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Mmhmmm. You're welcome. *won't tell him how big it really has become, he is all hormones when pregnant*

My feet hurt, and I want some garbanzo beans dipped in boiling hot peanut butter and sprinkled with cheddar cheese.
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Have your fake ex-wife help you out. Tell her not to run away from her responsibilities as fake mother. Btw, legs up @feet hurt. :-)

Hmmm, bet you pee a little bit when someone makes you laugh.

Lol.

Please don't remind me of her; I already feel nausea all the time, you don't want to push me over the edge.

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