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This post sponsored by many doughnuts. Also, I’m 36 weeks pregnant.

Y’all. I just don’t care anymore. I don’t care if my clothing matches, if my shoes are tied or even on my feet. I don’t care if I gain another 10 pounds or if I repulse others with my frantic I-am-so-hungry style of eating.

And that is how I know am nearing the end of this pregnancy. I am to the point in hugeness and uncomfortableness where I feel like just the fact that I rolled out of bed, dressed myself and showed up somewhere is accomplishment enough for the day. Because there is a 6 lb human taking up 80% of the space in my abdomen, and that’s some seriously uncomfortable shit to be living with day and night. Especially since he loves to drop-kick my organs.

With all of that in mind, I have made the decision to live in this for the remainder of my knocked-upness.


Doughnut pajamas. This is my self portrait in doughnutness. They are comfortable, a gift from my grandmother and both weird and semi-adorable all at the same time. Therefore – SOLD! My uniform for the next weeks? days? hours? of this pregnancy.

Now it it time to show you something that I discovered last night that left me terrified. I think am about to birth a preschooler or maybe a baby giant because…
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Me, 36 Weeks Pregnant with The Boy

Do you see that indentation right at the bottom of my belly? Those are my stomach muscles about to give way from the weight of this monstrous belly. I don’t think it’s possible for my skin to stretch any more or my pelvic area to support anymore weight.
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Me, 39 Weeks Pregnant with Adeline.

My belly is bigger NOW and I still supposedly have ONE MORE MONTH TO GROW. I am going to be physically incapable of moving soon. And!!! I have stretch marks – those sneaky, sneaky bastards! My belly escaped them with my first pregnancy. But not with this industrial-sized fetus.

What if I am one of those women who births a 14-lb child and then splits in half on the delivery table?

While I certainly want my baby boy to be healthy and bake as long as he needs to, I am hoping he decides to arrive early. Otherwise, come October 28th, I fear a grown man may walk out of my womb.

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