Im bloated. Oh, gosh, am I bloated. And the sad thing is, this is probably the least bloated I will be for the next 9 months. I hope I look good in fat. Im hungry. Starved, actually. Crackers, apples, fruit snacks. Bad idea. Baby Pea doesnt like fruit snacks. Instant nausea, thank you. Im so hungry every 30 minutes, and the minute something is in my mouth I want to spit it out. Cant wait for my saltine cracker fest for the next 2 months, since it seems to be the only thing that agrees with me. Yay. Im trying to get our first dr appointment, me skyler and little pea, that is. Because daddy says hes going to every single one, which im absolutely thrilled about. I should be about 6 weeks along, but we want to find out our little Pea's exact arrival. My mom is already buying me maternity clothes. She asks me what size pants I wear. She gets them 2 sizes bigger. I refuse to get fat. REFUSE.
Shes also planning the baby shower. And the nursery. And the wedding. OH DEAR.
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