While Jenn’s boobs have disappeared into the abyss of nothingness boobs, mine seem to have…well…blown up. Now, this is a classic pregnancy trait, and I should embrace it because they will be giving baby girl all the milk she can get out of them. But when you go from wearing 42DD’s comfortably to practically popping out of the 44DD’s that you have in case of emergency¹, that’s where I draw the line.

A few weeks ago, I took a look in the mirror after sex and I cried. Yes, I seriously cried over my boobs. Ronnie laughed. Of …

Even before I got pregnant, Ronnie and I had a girl name picked out for our daughter if we were to have one. But for some ungodly reason, whether it be intuition playing tricks or sommat, we couldn’t agree on a boy name at all. We went through lots of baby name sites¹, but nothing stood out that we both could agree on. We were worried that if we had a son, he’d be born nameless.

Now, here’s the deal. I’m an advocate of unique names. I will never name my child a super common name no matter how easy it is to spell/pronounce. So yeah, …

I am glad that you are increasingly showing your presence in my bits. It shows that you are alive and kicking (literally). It’s been a fun (albeit scary) experience so far. However, we need to set a few house rules while you’re inhabiting my uterus. It’s become absolutely unacceptable!

My bladder is not a trampoline. Remember the cold from hell that spanned almost a month? Well, any more of those with the coughing and sneezing, and you playing on my bladder will make me and Daddy sadface because of all the laundry that will need to be done. You don’t wanna see Mommy and Daddy sad, now do you? You have plenty …

So…it’s been 3 weeks or sommat since my last blog. I have no true excuse other than me having no inspiration to blog. Which kinda sucks. I think that means I need a new layout? I dunno.

Well, nothing much has been going on. My birthday was last week, Ronnie and I celebrated with a dinner and a movie. And a mango smoothie¹. And Trouble is growing. So much so that I can definitely feel the movements. And yeah, the bladder is now even more of a trampoline. It’s pretty fun.

While cuddling with Ronnie the …

Part of the 30 Days of Truth meme.

Day 1: Something you hate about yourself.

This is gonna be a hard one for me to answer. Not because I don’t have an answer, but because I’ve been given so many things to hate about myself that I might just choke up in the middle of this entry.

I’ve always hated my weight. Granted, I have been successful in losing 65 pounds in the past, but I haven’t seen less than 200 pounds since junior high school. The odd part of it all is that no matter how active I was, and how little I ate (I’m a picky eater, even 20 years later), I barely lost. …