…this is one doodle that can’t be un-did, home skillet.
I am 12 weeks along.
Due end of January-ish.
Due to the pure grace of God, genetics, and sheer force of will, I have not yet thrown up.
The smell of the fridge and freshly done laundry grosses me out.
I have been living on cereal, french fries, and anything carb-related.
My dreams are a psychotic mash-up of Pretty Little Liars, The Vampire Diaries, Friday Night Lights, and The Walking Dead characters, and we are always trying to get out of some terrifying situation.
I have only had one mental breakdown in regards to none of my clothes fitting when I really “should just be barely starting to show”.
So that’s what I’ve been up to lately – being a Professional Pregnant Person. Not working full time has been the single greatest thing that has ever happened to me during this particular phase of life. I have had a hard time coping with the fact that I am just too danged tired to DO anything, but then I finally decided to embrace the fact that all I really want to do is marathon FNL, cross-stitch, read, and eat bread – and that fact that I CAN.
So, a shout out to Trey for already being the best baby daddy there ever was, and a shout out to my in-laws for letting me eat their entire supply of cup-a-noodles.
Besides the fact that I am thrilled to have the rest of the year to shamelessly quote Juno and Baby Mama, we are completely ecstatic, and cannot wait to meet this tiny human!