Birdie: It’s official, we need a new bed Oliver: Lol, agreed Birdie: Preferably one *with* a headboard
Birdie: What do we name him? I only prepared girl names Oliver: How about..Bucky? Birdie: hmm. baby Bucky. I like it
Oliver: one more push Birdie: Ggrrr..is it over?! Oliver: you did it. He’s here Birdie: just one? Oliver: just the one. He’s a big boy, big head — like his m- his dad
Not sure why, but the birth pool never works for me. sadness. what do we think…boy? girl? multiples? place your bets here 🙂↔️
it’s like when you’re watching a movie that isn’t fit for the screen and it does that weird stretchy thing
how dare you try to curse me like that
Oliver: I know I can be a bit of an airhead, and you’re the doctor and the patient, but I’m here for whatever you need. We’ve got this, you’ve got this. I’m your biggest cheerleader. Birdie: I know. Now let’s have a baby (plsdontbetwinsplsdontbetwins)
i hate how pictures are cropping. give me back my squares. these rectangles feel oddly, super long.