I now do a belly check, to see if I look pregnant or fat...not that it matters at this moment because I am just wearing this particular shirt to start cleaning my house. Anyways.
I did a belly check and I look pregnant...so far so good.
I walk out to get the laundry and come back in and catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror...are you ready for the sexiness?
My belly is hanging out the bottom of my shirt like an old hillbilly or something.
I'm sexy and I know it!
Literally did that dance in my bedroom. Man I'm a god dancer...
No. Let's be real, I'm lying about that. That'd be weird. I may be weird..but I'm not that weird.
I will miss this shirt in public. But while I'm at home....who cares. It's Thane's fault my belly is hangin out...so he can't say anything ;)
I had a minor freak out last night. I was reading through that app on my phone and someone asked if it was safe to use a heating pad. I got thinking and realized, "Oh shit...I use a heated mattress pad."
So I called the doctor. She said the baby should be fine because I'm not in the 1st trimester but to stop using it, (well no shit Sherlock), and I won't need it soon anyways.
So then I called my mom sobbing about how I have messed up our baby already.
Oiy..sorry mom. I feel like you will get a lot of those calls over the next 18+ years.
So this morning I wake up all toasty warm and think, "OH NO!! Did I turn on the pad in my sleep?!?! Uggghhhh I suck at this mom thing already!!"
Nope, B Sutts stepped up to the plate and is helping me out. Apparently I really don't need the mattress pad anyways. Thanks buddy.
It's crazy...I literally didn't even think twice about using it. I know you can't use a hot tub or sauna...but cripes my heating pad on level 1?
Maybe I should go back to reading those books...
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