…because when you’re a giant, cranky, overheated incubator, sometimes all you can think to write about is your shortcomings.
I have this thing where I can’t outright lie – so if you ask me how I’m feeling, be prepared to hear some borderline TMI complaint.
I have a bald spot. Right in the front.
I generally like how I look when I’m pregnant, and I think pregnant bellies are beautiful. But the number on the scale is hard for me to get past, and I’m feeling a level of insecurity that I have never experienced before in my life.