Bump Update: P is for......

Paranoia; pregnancy is nine months of pure paranoia. I had a Grandma Betty {God rest her soul} who use to convince herself if she ever called our house and we didn't pick up on the first ring that we had all been axed by the Boogie Man. I'm beginning to think Betty wasn't so crazy after all. 

Ribs, oh my! Pretty sure Baby B has a wombmate {ha ha get it?} and it inhabits my left rib. Either that or the kid is already four feet tall.

Eating mac n' cheese will never go out of style, NEVER!!!

Glow? Glow? What pregnancy glow? Instead I feel like a walking ad for Proactive. The "before" ad that is.

New craving? Strawberry milkshakes.

Admiring or hating that fact that the Duchess {whom is due the same month as me} sashayed around in a bikini a few weeks ago. I didn't even look that good pre-preggo.

Newest craving since I wrote that last sentence? Cinnamon Toast Crunch cereal.

Thankful. Thankful that despite all the sweating, peeing, pains, and worrying that in 17 weeks {17 weeks??? HOLY CRAP!!} we'll be able to welcome our sweet little boy into the world.

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