|35 weeks pregnant. Holy shit.|
Fast forward to now: I'm about four-and-a-half months pregnant and even though I've only gained four pounds, my belly is starting to pop and it's quite firm, so there is no mistaking that I'm pregnant. I have been extremely conscious of what I have been eating and have been making healthier choices so that I don't get myself into the situation I was in before (see: fat). I can still fit into my regular jeans, but because the cut is higher than the ones I was wearing when I was nineteen (see: my ass crack doesn't show when I bend over), they're just not that comfortable. It's time for some maternity clothes. I am actually really excited about it because I've been circulating between the same few pairs of shorts for the last two weeks and I saw some genuinely cute pieces at Target (see: not a shit ton of money). My endeavor for the day is to find a couple things that will last me until the weather gets all shit balls cold.
Let's just pray that I don't go all demented and end up at Discovery again. Unless I'm shutting the place down.