One big hot waddling emotional mess.

This has literally been my summer since class let out a month ago.

Lying on the couch, floor or bed or any other surface that is remotely comfortable at the time.

i am convinced that there are things that no one tells you about pregnancy because if that were the case i have a feeling we would never reproduce. besides those few weirdos who insist that they just loooove being pregnant. clearly there is something wrong with them. dont get me wrong i love my little nugget and i am excited for him to get here and all his MMA skills he practices in there will eventually be put to good use one day. 

 but all this mess of hot flashes, peeing every 30 minutes, starving constantly, boob leakages, no sleeping , waddling, crying over everything, having the boy think im nuts, clothes not fitting just isnt for me.

i would have to say the boy has been quite a trooper these last 8 and a half months and brushed off all my mean comments and irrational behavior and for that i am thankful otherwise our house would have been WWIII.

i would love baby j to be a fully cooked little nugget and as healthy as a race horse but these next 6 weeks need to fly by and hopefully his grand entrance will come sooner rather than later.  

not to mention i am dying for a margarita.

xo