Like a rock. Pregnancy is tiring
Fitz:
I can only imagine
Me:
How are you?
Fitz:
Same old over here
Me:
Someday, I’m going make you elaborate
One WeekLater
Me:
Thank you for driving down (again!) for the ultrasound
Fitz:
Stop thanking me. It’s purely selfish. I get to see the ultrasound, and I get to see you
Me:
Sweet talking will get you nowhere (everywhere)
Fitz:
Good to know
Two HoursLater
Fitz:
I read that a baby at four months is the size of an avocado
Me:
Spoken like a guy who grows avocados. And what are you reading?!
Fitz:
Everything
Me:
Love it
One WeekLater
Fitz:
Hi