Stefism # 23 I always looked forward to that "pregnant glow" that everyone talks about. What I didn't realize is that they were talking about the shine of the toilet reflecting off my face.
If you haven’t read my other posts about pregnancy, you may not yet understand my pure hatred of it. My youngest child is currently 2 ½, and I am so happy to finally be done being pregnant. I hate every second of being pregnant and don’t even know how I survived it 5 times. (Yes I do. I love babies. It’s a problem.)
Anyway, I get sick. Like give me the Zofran or I will be throwing up eight times a day sick. So while I am pregnant, the toilet and I are friends. BFFs, even. Which is just gross. And instead of walking around with a “happy glow,” I sport a look of death. So glad that’s over.