You are warned….tmi
I am a blimp. A huge gas filled blimp. In the course of about three weeks my stomach has tripled in size. My little sweet Oat(s) may be the size of a grain of rice…but HOLY SHITE the havoc that is being reeked on my GI tract is unheard of.
I can’t wear most of my jeans- from The Bloat.
I look about 14 weeks already- from The Bloat.
My husband gets grossed out a regular intervals, but doesn’t say a WORD (God bless him)- from The Bloat.
WTF is going on with me? oh, yeah, I am pregnant. wha- tha? OMG I AM PREGNANT. No way. Really? They got the blood tests wrong. No, wait- they got them right, but I am pretty sure I farted my baby out
BECAUSE OF THE FUCKING BLOAT!
On another note (ppppffffttt)…uh, sorry. THE BLOAT is even reaching through the computer to YOU!!! Mwaaaa-ha-ha-ha.
I have been insanely tired. I don’t know if it is the pregnancy…wha-I am WHAT? PREGNANT? REALLY?! No way. REALLY? OMG.
oh-sorry, that is how my mind works. Or doesn’t work lately. Whatever…I am kinda like that normally, but THE BLOAT is killing me.
oh, yeah. My beta #2 was called in Monday at 1110am. I knew they would call, and she was apologitic about it. She said she thought I knew. I understand. It was Friday. Whatever.
It was 868 on 18dpt! Sweet Oat has a rockin’ placenta…or I have a Pheasant Chasing that Oat. 🙂