got a 3d ultrasound today and milo is so fat, he looks like that “chicken nuggets is my family” kid from wife swap.
dear baby milo,
please stay in my belly until september fifth, so you can share a birthday with freddie mercury.
love, ya mom
just rearranged the entire apartment to make room for all this baby stuff. everything is organized and put away. i have boxes of things to donate to bridge house, sell at the used book store and second hand store and a bag for my sister. next step, thank you cards and obsessing over my baby registries.
got some aaaaaaaamazing gifts from my friends and family at my baby shower (@misspentdays, my family could not stop talking about how much they adore you.) and a super expensive mamaroo and stroller/car seat from brian’s dad. we are the poorest rich-looking people ever.
plus, my belly button is almost nonexistent.
today i got my blood drawn twice, a rhogam shot, had to drink 10 oz. of glucose that tasted like the cheapest melted orange popsicle imaginable and got stuck on the elevator at the hospital for thirty minutes because they thought they lost a baby, but didn’t, so i bought chocolate and oreo pudding, goldfish, french fries, cheese and crackers and milano cookies. i’m like