Cat’s out of the bag!
What do doctors know, anyways. They aren’t the ones who hand out babies, God is! (Chris and I are in the ‘it would be a miracle to get pregnant with these stats’ category in the medical world) Here comes number two! I’ve been busy sleeping and not throwing up, which is a feat sometimes, and also cutting my pants and making them maternity pants because this time around my body is totally like “OH! OH! I KNOW THIS GAME!” *POW!* jeans no fittie. I look like I just let myself go. I think it’s like 50% gas 50% baby at this point. Mmmm, bloaty goodness.
I couldn’t be happier to feel like a total poopsicle. :)