I feel like, so far, the key to being pregnant is basically this:
-stay away from toxic things and stuff
-sleep when you need to (because you can get away with it)
-don't eat raw stuff
-drink too much water
-and use every chance you get to make your man (or woman) go get you things.
Before this marvelous realization, I was the girl downloading the 'What To Expect..' App and hovering over my phone screen soaking up every bit of info I could get my squinty, watery, hungry eyes on. Now, with how enormous I feel, I could care less as long as I still feel this baby moving and I'm not dying.
And to tell you the truth, I feel no shame. No shame at all.
I had 4 Italian ice popsicles last night within 30 minutes. No. Shame.
So, the pregnancy panic attack was a big fat waste of energy, seeing as how I needed a refill on that like...two months ago.
*burp*
