I had a pretty good day. I ordered some new bras (online, of course, because no store on earth sells my size--bless their hearts) and I was sad to see that the prettier one didn't fit--nor will it ever fit in this lifetime. I was so squished that I wanted to collapse onto my bed in defeat. But my bed is getting really hard to climb into, so that wasn't about to happen. I can't believe it's going to get worse for six more months before it gets better. I can't imagine having a harder time getting around than I'm already having now.
The other day, I dropped my glasses under my desk and I tried to pick them up, but I couldn't bend down that far, and I couldn't get down on my knees. Michael wasn't home, so I had to leave him a note to please pick them up for me. It's so ridiculous.
But in another month, we'll get to know if we're having a boy or a girl, and I just can't wait. It is going to be so much fun. I can't believe how fast time has gone by and how insanely big I've gotten so far. And there is more where that came from.
By the way, I tried really hard to not make my I-hate-getting-my-picture-taken (AKA the I-am-really-uncomfortable-right-now-in-this-situation-and-I-wish-it-were-over) face. But it just came out the same. Oopsie.
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