OK two things.
1. Yesterday, one of my co-workers(who obviously has not been keeping up on unit gossip) smiled and said”Girl, you popping out! How many weeks are you now?” Okay. DAMN.
2. A friend who I had not seen in a while(who also heard through the grapevine that I was pregnant) accosted me today saying, “Congratulations, look at you little mama!”
So OK, I just took myself to the gym because clearly, I am still looking like a fat cow fat not pregnant cow.
On another note, beginning tomorrow, I am going to be in the 1WW. But I think AF is coming. I am cramping here and there and my skin is breaking out. And I am cranky cranky cranky. But it’s OK. Really. Because C-Dub and I had a MAJOR blowout Wednesday night. MAJOR. Major enough that I am actively looking for someone to counsel us about our relationship. I swear. I don’t know if we need to have a baby right now right now. C-Dub doesn’t have a job, I am working almost 7 days a week. I am stressed about it and paying all the bills all by myself. It really wasn’t supposed to be like this. I can only hope and pray that this turns around soon.