I do not enjoy being pregnant.
I’ll spare you my long list of complaints.
I wouldn’t spare you if you were sitting next to me, but you’re not. Consider yourself lucky.
Grace does not enjoy having a pregnant Momma.
This past Saturday, Joe and Grace let me sleep in a couple of hours (probably in hopes that I would be slightly less grouchy when adequately rested).
When I woke up, this was in the middle of the living room floor.
Want a better look?
I’m not sure whether it’s a reenactment of real events or a statement of her feelings about the whole situation.
I don’t want to know.
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