Crabby. Crabby. Should not blog. Crabcrabcrab.
I’m fine, really. I miss getting oxygen to my brain. Dang pregnancy has made breathing impossible. Also, have recently become officially fat. Don’t believe me?
I BROKE my swimsuit yesterday.
Due to my ginormous chest, the part around my neck that keeps the suit up snapped. I almost flashed WT’s swimming class yesterday. Had to tie a rubber band around it to continue not flashing people. It’s not as hot as it sounds - my butt looks like it’s actually hurting the suit. If only I could find a maternity suit that doesn’t make you look pregnant….
My goal of getting “fat clothes” that I could wear before-showing and right-after-giving-birth-so-I’m-not-stuck-wearing-maternity-clothes-and-feeling-bad-about-myself was a bust, since I am too sick and exhausted to chase WT around a store. Now, I have to just suck it up and pack up my wardrobe because every morning I make the mistake of thinking “this might still fit…” and when it doesn’t, I put it back in the closet. AND THEN TRY IT ON THE NEXT DAY!!! I’m a doofus. But if you knew how bad my maternity clothes look - all hand-me-downs that don’t fit (I was too busy to shop last time, moving to South American and all…)
See what I mean? Stop crabbing!
But seriously, do you know how many times I touched poo yesterday??
This is all I do, all day long. Be fat, feel bad, get yelled at… GAH!!!
Yep, I should REALLY not blog today.
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