I feel. . .
super excited. That’s right.
I crave. . .
candy. It’s so bad right now. I have a giant pack of twizzlers in my purse. I really do. And I even eat them on my way to work at 8:30. . .in the morning.
I am learning. . .
That WAY more goes on in pregnancy than anyone lets on. Let’s face it, there are some not so glamorous things that no one is talking about and I know why. Forget the glow. We have bigger issues.
The truth is. . .
Fifteen weeks seemed to linger for an eternity. I don’t know if it was the doctor’s appointment or an increase in my openness to share about the bump, but it. . .keeps. . .going. . .on. Time for more Twizzlers.
Husband says. . .
“I’m so glad it’s not me.” <–What, Andy, you don’t want to be a little mobile home for a growing human?