I feel that as a woman, I'm pretty maternal and caring. I'm looking forward to bath times, bedtime stories, baking, art and crafts... But oh my god, pregnancy kinda sucks. I am officially not a fan. I really can't wait to finish growing this baby and meet who it is and start living our lives together. But I also cannot wait to be able to reclaim my body as my own.
It's week 16, let's recap what's happening in my exciting life:
I am dying for a drink. Beer, margarita, wine, $6 jug of vodka... whatever. I want it.
I am also dying for a runny plate of eggs benedict with a side of sushi.
I tried to buy a cheap pair of "outgrow em in 8 weeks" jeans from a junior's department but failed. I got up to a size 11 and still couldn't get them to button. Teenagers are bastards.
For the life of me I can't stay up late enough to watch an entire episode of Top Chef. Ahem, Top Chef is on at 9:00.
WHY IS MY ASS GETTING SO BIG!
GIVE ME NACHOS! (Oh, that's why...)
I have to get up twice a night to pee.
One night I dreamt that I put my baby in a kitchen cabinet so I could go to work. I came home and it was completely covered in poop and starving. I kind of had an "Oh, riiiiiight," moment where I remembered that you can't store your baby in the kitchen while you work.
But on the plus side...
There is a teeny tiny person living inside of me and I can feel it moving around! And I get to find out the sex some time in the next four weeks. So it's not all bad, despite the complaining.
Clane in charge.
12 hours ago