This morning I got a 15 Week Newsletter from some pregnancy website. It made me cry. First, it said something along the lines of "you're probably feeling awesome and full of energy - enjoy, this is the best you'll feel." Um, great, still nauseous and taking so many meds for that I barely keep my eyes open. Second, to add insult to injury, this website recommends raiding your husband's closet for clothes before going out and buying maternity wear. Like I could fit into B's small waisted clothes even when I was wedding day perfect skinny - ugh - good advice for someone who feels like a beached Shamu! Whew - ok, I got that out of my system.
In better news, I'm slathering myself in cocoa butter to try and keep away the dreaded stretchmarks, and I smell like a delicious cake. Yum!
xoxo
ak
p.s. Baby, I'm not sure, but I think I felt you move today. It could've been those wings I ate, but it felt distinctly different. Keep dancing in there!
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