Technology is so fucking weird. (Yeah. It’s an ultrasound picture. Deal.)
That hand up near the face punches me over and over, all day long.
We hardly ever go to costco. But we did a few weeks ago. And bought a huge tray of white nectarines. And ate them.
It’s going to be a fun morning trying to get through to the doctor! Because it’s hard to tell if I felt extra sick because I feel like shit the whole time.
This is why I don’t like being pregnant. You can follow all the fucking rules and out of nowhere some factory is dirty and even though you’d normally be fine, this thing you’re responsible for is at risk and it feels like nothing is safe.
YOU KNOW WHATS SAFE? MOTHERFUCKING POP TARTS. NO LISTERIA UP IN THAT TOASTER SHIT.
So excited to see the girls. So not excited to have not slept at all on the plane. Win some, lose some.
You know you rate highly when your friends keep pictures of you around the house.
Judging from the pictures we’ve been getting, Nellie’s feelings about babies haven’t changed while we’re away.
He’ll do anything to get the perfect shot.
In case you wondered if I’m coming back from vacation - nope. No I’m not. Banana, rum, pecan sticky buns are my jam.
People have been bringing me bottles of water and offering me their seats and I keep thinking, “that’s odd - I don’t look THAT pregnant.” Turns out I may be starting to show.
It’s got to be like midnight our time right now. Or it’s 5. Okay it’s 5, but we were up for 29 hours yesterday.