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[deep_red_bells]

So, I discovered something today. You know how women of a certain body shape have to avoid those flowy empire waist dresses because they make us look pregnant?

I so don't have to worry about that anymore. Cause, you know, I am.

So I bought this.

Silver linings, I find them.

Comments

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

Been there and done that. I nearly had a breakdown and cried over how much it hurt to try to wear one, for a while there. But then that went away and left behind nothing but fantastic boobs!

[bookish-blonde.livejournal.com]

Yeah, and I'd give anything not to cry over stupid things. I broke a dish last week and bawled. Seriously. Also, not being nauseous most of the day would be nice. The term 'morning sickness' was obviously coined by a man.

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

The mood swings, ugh. And YES, it so was. Mine was bad in the morning, and then again and night, and only hit through the day if I smelled something gross. Of course lots of things suddenly decided to smell gross.

[bookish-blonde.livejournal.com]

Serious ugh. It's not ranting and raving, just crying jags. Remy's probably glad he lives in Westchester most days. And mine is awful in the morning and then really late like before I go to bed. The rest of the day I'm hit and miss. And oh god, smells. Someone sat down with a tuna sandwich at work the other day and let's just say it was not pretty.

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

OMG. Fish is the bane of a pregnant woman's existence. Even grilled fish, like, I could eat it? But I could not be in the room while it was being prepared.

[bookish-blonde.livejournal.com]

I wish I could eat it. Normally I love it. But the thought of it now just makes me wanna hurl. Remy doesn't eat it either now, even though I told him he doesn't have to not eat it just because I can't.