Fly On The Wall

(If you happened to be a fly on my wall,

I wonder what you would discover.

A crazy, hormonal pregnant lady,

and her odd conversations with her lover.)

Me:  Ugh, I'm sweating!

James:  What?  You hardly have any clothes on!

Me:  I...am...SWEATING!

Target.  Two crazy kids, one "floating" pregnant belly.

James:  Why are you yelling at me?!  I haven't done anything!

Me:  I'm not yelling at you because I'm mad at you, I'm yelling at you because I'm starving!

Me:  Hooray!  Hooray!

James:  What is it?

Me:  I pooped!

James:  I'm leaving.

Me:  I need your help.

James:  With what?

Me:  I need you to help me pull my pants up.

James:  Seriously?