I am 728 weeks pregnant, and I feel like I should come with a warning: proceed with caution. Everything I say, write, or do should come with the disclaimer that I am no longer in control of my thoughts or actions, the hormones have taken over. Do not take anything from me personal for at least another six months.
I saw the fattest cow waddling to water the other day. I thought, oh sister, I can relate. She looked at me and I could feel an exchange of a whole conversation without saying a word. This was a good thing, considering she was a cow. But I know we understood each other, and misery loves company.
So if you don't see me again for another few months, just know I am okay, but those around me are not. They are probably getting yelled at by me for absolutely no reason. My children are basically feral at this point, so we can't be in public. If you are worried and feel the need to check in on us, at least bring me a margarita. Just remember to maintain a wide circle. And don't for one second feel sorry for MDH. He's probably getting the brunt of my irrationality, but he deserves it. He did this to me.
I am only partially kidding. Bless.
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