This boy.
Pregnancy has been blissful. I haven’t had morning sickness, I feel great other than being so, so sleepy (more on that later) but there are days. Days like yesterday. The joy of finally wearing a C cup was being overshadowed by funk. The funk of nothing fitting well because of the bump and the boobs. The funk of my skin. It’s bad y’all. All over and I am so, so insecure about it. Between that and the gigantic scar on my leg from the fall (that i just realized i never blogged about) I don’t want to get dressed in anything that shows anything. It’s frustrating and sad.
But then there is this boy.
The boy that puts together our new awesome chairs (pictured!) in a real cute way, moves a ton a furniture around so that its just right and then buys me a present.
This boy went to Victoria’s Secret (note: he HAAATES the mall, shopping and most of all, Victoria’s Secret) and said “hi, my wife is pregnant and a new 36C and I want to get her something nice.” He and this woman picked out a bra for me. He proudly showed me that it doesn’t have underwire because the woman said that it would be more comfortable. He carried the pink striped bag out of the store so incredibly happy. Then he went and picked out the sweetest card filled with words that bring tears to my eyes just thinking about it. He left, packed the bag to the brim with my favorite candies and set it on our new chairs to await my arrival home from a shitty Monday at work.
I haven’t stopped beaming since I got home. This boy is my heart. I cannot wait to make him the best daddy this world has ever seen.
