Nah-nah-nah-nah. Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah. Nah-nah-nah-nah. Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah.
29 days, friends. 29 days. And as each day passes I can’t help but sing the Nah-nahs of The Final Countdown. It’s seriously rediculous the way this song gets stuck in my head. Every. Single. Day.
Except in the moments when I still forget I’m pregnant. Yeah, I’m not sure how that’s possible either. But somehow, every now and then, I forget.
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