Alright, let me just start by saying, What the French!?!
The transformation of pregnancy has begun.
And it's not like this.
I have thus far not posted any pictures of my bump, for very specific reasons.
Shall I explain?
Have you noticed a change in the tide? Yes? That's cause I moved, no joke, I'm so bloated you could probably tap one of my legs and provide enough water for a small village in Africa. My face is really huge, like the kid in that movie with Cher. My rings fit fine one day and make my fingers bleed the next, I can't get enough fluids in me, and they are not flushing the way they should be.
I have pimples, everywhere. On my face, my arms, my legs, my butt, no joke it's like I've been bathing in Lard or something. And my skin is so oily that for the first time, ever, I'm using facial cleansing products. All through high school I'd have A pimple, one, during my period, and that was it. I used soap to wash my face, not any more, I've got enough oil control products on my face I could probably clean up what left of the spill in the gulf.
Someone must have poured "Mrs. Allen’s World Hair Restorer,” on my eyebrows, they are like caterpillars. No joke, I've considered going after these things with the weed whacker.
No, my pregnancy is not all gorgeous with muted photos of a tiny baby bump poking out of cute tummy.
This is more on target
It's not often that you find a cartoon that so accurately describes your life however....here you go.