something new i learned this weekend:
when you are in labour ; expect to poop on the table.
i spent most of the weekend surrounded by pregnant ladies and i learned much about that particular state. enough to make me question ever wanting to be in it.
also i was forced into promising that if i ever got pregnant i would not be a frumpy mom.
sweat pants are not acceptable attire unless you are within the walls of your own home.
greasy hair and or skin is not an option. showering is mandatory.
(not that i'm judging)
in other news i gained a new pretend boyfriend. and he's dreamy.
my bosses brother is a professional bobsledder and for some reason decided he wanted to spent the weekend with us at a dance competition. so we spent many long hours back stage together and being the only not preggo ones were sent on many errands. then they decided it would be funny to start a rumour that we were secretly dating and see how long it took to spread. i'm interested to see what happens when i get to the studio tomorrow. and really, a professional athlete? i could do worse for a pretend boyfriend.
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