Let’s hope Harrison cooperates today, right? We go in for a second anatomy ultrasound since the little mule wouldn’t roll over last time.
As a direct result of my birthday bingeing on food, I fear the scale. FEAR. Irrationally, of course. Because I am a) pregnant & therefore supposed to gain weight and b) the doctor side-eyed my lack of weight gain at the last appointment. Don’t worry, Doc…I have single-handedly taken care of that weight “problem” in the past 24 hours. In fact, I may have been an over-achiever & we may be having the OPPOSITE discussion today.
I’m now going to pick out the lightest article of clothing I own to try negating the Blooming Onion I shoved down my throat the other night.
