I apologize for the lack of posting lately. It seems as though blueberry sized babies have the freakish ability to suck every last ounce of energy from your bloated little body, leaving you on the brink of falling asleep at any given moment. And don’t even test me right now because I already took 3 naps while writing this paragraph.
New this week: I HATE CHICKEN! AND CHEESE! AND SALSA! AND EVERYTHING I LOVED 3 DAYS AGO.
And I am bloated. Like, really bloated. See this picture?
99% gas, 1% baby. It’s gross, really. I could totally double as a life raft with all the air that I have in there.
I would also like to take a moment to salute the women who are able to keep their pregnancy under wraps until the 12th week because HOLY CRAP, complaining about my symptoms to everyone who makes eye contact is the only thing getting me through right now. You women are my heroes.