The other day I was standing in our yard letting my dog do her business, and I was staring down at my stomach. It’s… large. I was still standing there staring when Den came out with his dog.

“Do I look three months pregnant?” I asked. “Or four?”

“Oh shush you. It’s bad posture.”

“Honey, it doesn’t matter how I stand.”

“Stop it.”

I stood to the side to show him, and patted my large belly.

A pause. “Three months.”

To say I’m bloated right now is only skimming the surface. And unfortunately for me, my injection sites are a little sore as well. I am really loving skirts right now. Jeans with a belt are the absolute worst, and my tight-waist-band work sweats aren’t doing me many favors either.

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I feel sick this morning. Last night Den and I were in the kitchen getting some food to eat and I kept having these chest pains… it started in my stomach and went right up into my chest. I’d make a face and stop what I was doing, and then just like that it’d be gone… until a couple minutes later when I’d have another one. This morning I just have a very upset stomach. (And a twinged tendon/muscle in my foot, but that is totally unrelated.)

Plus I’m really horny. And we can’t have sex. Thanks, trigger shot.