You know when sometimes you eat a really big meal, Thanksgiving, say, and then for dessert you swallow a fully inflated balloon and drink a gallon or so of cider and then lace up a corset for some reason and try to go about your day?
That's what this week of pregnancy feels like.
And I have this funny feeling that the next 16 of them, one by one, will only get bigger and bigger and bigger.
Pass the cocoa butter, please.
You are correct... and breathing deeply will become an elusive gift
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