it’s pissing rain outside. and i know that everyone who’s been pregnant will understand this, but it needs to be shouted from the rooftops, anyways “get this baby outta me“. i am soooo done.
done with not sleeping, with cramping, with false labour, with kicking. ugh. i miss my waistline and my clothes that fit and yes, i miss having normal, non-pregnancy related things to complain about.
for personal inspiration, here’s what i wish it looked like outside and felt like in my mind…
