Folks, I’ve had a “bad” couple of days. Humongously, stupidly, no-good, very “bad” days. (I put “bad” in parenthesis because, honestly? I’m just being hormonally ridiculous). It’s been a roller-coaster of nonsensical but sensical hysterics that would require a whole other post in which you all biff me on the back of the head, say I’m being silly, and then hug me for being so funnily dumb.
And pregnant. And emotional.
But this Mercury in retrograde thing has forced a few unexpected curveballs this preggo’s way, ones I wasn’t prepared to deal with, and my coping mechanisms are over-complicated by my over-emotional pregnant self.
And, being the kind-of stubborn person I am, the change is daunting, which means the collection of boogery tissues by my Macbook are mounting.
And speaking of mountain. Or do I mean mound?
I feel the waddle coming on. And getting out of bed has been a little rough, too. Which is funny, considering I’m only JUST about to enter the third trimester. My God!
But, I feel good, a little big but good. Hoping to not gain too much in the next trimester. (But who are we kidding, it’s the friggin’ holidays, yo! And I just enjoyed the last piece of pumpkin pie with egg nog for breakfast. THIS CANNOT END WELL!)
Now, who is going to stroke my hair like a child, tell me I’ll be fine, and sweep away the boogie-filled tissues from my desk. Anyone?
Edited: Whoops! Forgot to post this:
Baby bump progression thus far:
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