Last night I spent a good 30 minutes working on Mina's newsletter. Shortly after previewing it, I managed to delete the stinking thing- so that will come soon, but I was too tired and cranky to put out a new one last night.
Things are going well, I am finally starting to feel less sick (HUZZAH) but I am getting the regular tiredness acquainted with growing another human being. I much prefer going to bed at 9 to throwing up every night!
Mina is doing wonderfully and I think her molars are getting closer to popping through. I think we will all be in better shape when that happens.
The boobie faerie has arrived, and though I do not feel that much larger in the bazooms, I do feel a change in weight and it is giving me headaches again. I think I may have to invest in some heavy duty (aka ugly) bazonga-holders. My shoulders are rolling forward and it gives me the general look of an overweight troll instead of a self-empowered pregnant woman.
My birthday is coming up and Damon is torturing me, as usual. He says I do it to myself... But this is a lie. I had actually forgotten my birthday was as close as it is, and when I mentioned it, the game of cat and mouse began. Teasing with "hints" (FAKE HINTS) about things he is going to get me for my birthday. Or saying "you are going to love your present." Shortly thereafter he gets frustrated because I inquire further.
Luckily I only have a couple more weeks to wait- and in any case I have tons of other things to worry about- like making a frugal meal list for the next 2 weeks.
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