I was talking with my friend Nikki last night and she asked me how big I was getting. It dawned on me that I literally woke up one morning and needed help getting out of bed. Being vertically challenged my legs dangle off the bed when trying to ground them, so either I need the help of my husband or I slither off my bed on my back using my hands as a lowering device. The mattress is higher than I thought.
Oh and I have horrific heart burn already. I never knew how bad that can actually feel. I also have finally succumbed to throwing away all the old, yes um old and used pregnancy tests. I was neurotic, I am still neurotic. Honestly there was something about seeing those lines get darker and darker each day. I put the dates and times on them and I had no intention of every throwing them away. My husband told me it was best and that saving the biohazard bin with all the needles was worse. Sorry I am not ready to throw those away just yet.
Welcome to my world.