that baby is tiny. and that boy is ripped.
Both those things are true.
I had to delete my last comment, my hormones took hold of me for a crazy moment
I saw it anyway, in my email, and it was sort of adorable.
If I had functioning ovaries, they would be singing.
My lack of reaction to this just proves that the baby fever has left me for real. Interesting.
I would call this a fairly decisive test on that.
I really want those arms. Whatever causes someone to have a melting reaction to men with babies it goes beyond attraction, gender or sexuality because seriously, I fucking love seeing men with babies.
Yes, they are both beautiful, but when I look at that picture I think that that man can only make puny little babies. So my ovaries are happy where they sit.
i fucking love you, may!! and i want to brag now that my baby was almost nine pounds when he came out. i know that's nothing compared to the ten and a half pound baby boy that my sister had or the 13 pounds that pawpaw was when he was born, but still. it ain't too shabby.
Both our families are not known for their puny babies.
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