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3pm can't stay awake.
3am can't fall asleep.

When your husband tries to make you choose somewhere (or something) to eat, it's likely to cause World War III. But also you're extremely picky and shut down everything he suggests.

Your pants can't stay up. They slip down and over your bum repeatedly until you suddenly rediscover all the reasons why you hated pants in the first place.

You've got a fridge full of food and you somehow feel like there's nothing to eat.

Same goes for the closet; you've got a closet full of clothes and somehow feel like there's nothing to wear.

You're never really sure if you're going to barf or if you're just hungry.

Living out the prolonged and extremely awkward in-between stage where people aren't sure if you're pregnant or if you're just fat.

Gas. Enough said.

Being pregnant is the strangest thing I've ever done. Ever. It's also the coolest thing I've ever done. But I don't think I could have ever been fully prepared for all the weirdness that has been going on with me and my body over the course of the last four months. Then again, pregnancy is one of those things that you can never adequately be prepared for-- even when you're smack dab in the middle of it. It's like you're the host of a crazy alien life form parasite thingy. It's like you wake up in the hunger games every single day and you've got to find a way to survive. But, like I said, it's one of the coolest things I've ever done and I really do genuinely appreciate the beauty of this journey. I can confidently say, however, that I NOW understand why pregnancy has so many cliches. Things are cliche typically because they're SO TRUE. I'm learning more and more about pregnancy cliches with each passing day. Wish me luck. It's only going to get more absurd as October slowly creeps closer and closer. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that nothing too crazy happens between now and then.


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