I attempted to smile this week — imagine that! And believe it or not, that is an almost identical, but very different purple shirt than the one I wore at 12 weeks. Not sure why I would care if you saw me in the same shirt twice, 2 weeks apart… but … I don’t know, it’s just different. hah. That is the same undershirt though, because it’s leopard print and I’m kind of obsessed with anything to do with animal print, if you haven’t noticed by now. I wear that at least 6 days out of the week. Kidding (but not really). Umm, moving on.
How my chesticles have almost completely disappeared in the past seven days is a mystery to me, but I actually don’t mind as long as they come back in the next week or two. I and my aching back could use a break from those death bags… and a break from the eyes of every male over 15 years of age. Seriously, sometimes I just want to just blurt out “I’M CARRYING A PEACH-SIZED FETUS COVERED IN FURRY HAIR, YOU DON’T WANT THIS, MAN!”
Oh, and I scared myself for a second when looking at this picture, thinking, “where in the heck is my wedding ring?!?”… but the genius in me then realized I took this picture in the bathroom mirror. Mirror = reflection = opposite of reality = messes with my head, but I understand it now. Thank you, science.