I am so fat that my thighs are rubbing together.
Regular shirts show my belly, and tight-fitting maternity ones ride up to juuuuust under my bra.
I need a pedicure but am having a hard time reaching.
I wake up CONSTANTLY because it's hard to get settled, even with the life-changing magic of my pregnancy pillow.
The baby is moving like a little alien in there. I am a little worried because the midwife said she was head down at my last visit--- I hope she doesn't flip and then get stuck in a weird position.
Her room is DONE!!! I even added a plant yesterday.
We only have to buy a few more things to be totally ready, chief among them a carseat/stroller and a bassinet. You know, THE LITERAL ESSENTIALS.
The kids are beyond excited.
I made a Pinterest board for a postpartum wardrobe and basically just aspire to wear nursing tanks, nursing bras, and yoga pants. Good thing it's a pandemic and I can't go ANYWHERE.
Speaking of, I only bought 1 t-shirt and a dress for this pregnancy and have been mostly just wearing my normal clothes and looking silly.
Someone needs to tell my belly button we have 8 weeks to go!
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