My husband is SO funny! The past few nights, Matt comes into the bedroom, wondering where I am hiding the Girl Scout cookies (so I ordered a few boxes of Carmel Delites in a moment of weakness). His timing is perfect. I have just applied cocoa butter lotion (smells vaguely like chocolate, but I wouldn't eat it) to my ever-expanding stomach and he wants to know if I have been chowing cookies in bed!
Now, I know there's conflicting views on the effectiveness of cocoa butter on stretch marks, but I'm willing to give it a shot. I'll let you know how useful it was by time July rolls around.
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SPEAKING of cookies. The Valentine cookies that you gave Tyler leftover from the event...He's still eating them. Alone. A lot.
I'm checking him into rehab.
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