I obviously did not do a bumpdate this weekend because I am ridiculously lazy. But I will share the picture that the hubs took Friday morning – if, and ONLY if, you promise not to make fun of my insane posture. My mother makes fun of the way I stand. It’s like I arch my back or stick my chest/stomach out for no apparent reason other than I’m a douche.
It also appears that my hair is in my face and LeRoy wanted a little face time on the blog so he snuck in the picture.
As far as any update, please note everything is the same. I’m still peeing on myself, craving sushi, not gaining weight, and wishing I knew if this baby has a penis.
I’ve also been having palpitations and freaking out and thoughts of dying in my sleep. Alone. Other than that I think I’m starting to feel better.
I met a girl (a friend of a friend, not some rando) who is 5 months preggo. I am as large as her. Let’s try to pretend like I don’t look 12 months pregnant. K thanks.
And for the blog title….John Paul is going back to school. Just what I need. Hot college girls distracting my hot non-college husband. He has to choose a lab partner tomorrow. He’s threatening to choose the “hot chick. The really bangin’ hot chick.” He’s an ass. I countered with the threat to accompany him to class – for some reason I think he doesn’t take me seriously. Probably because he knows I’m too lazy to look for a parking spot. He’s trying to stress me out and he thinks it’s hilarious that I will keep getting fatter and the hot chicks will keep getting hotter. He’s hilarious!
I hope y’all have a great week!
P.S. Vote for the gender of Baby D! Note: There is no pressure to vote girl. None at all. Just be sure that the hubs is wrong and I am right. He thinks he is incapable of raising a girl.