
I waddle, I grunt, I move at a snail’s pace, I’m round, I’ve sprouted chubby arms, a double chin and a whole new butt (gross, I know).
I’ve stopped bragging about not having stretch marks – not because I got any – but because I’d also been bragging about not having swollen feet and suddenly my feet are HUGE. I don’t want stretch mark karma. No, sir-ee.
Predictions aside, I’ve entered in to the ‘I think I’m done being pregnant, but my baby isn’t on her way’ stage. Oh, pregnancy you have been fun, but motherhood sounds so much more appealing.
Bring it.







