A series of thoughts during weeks 7-10. Warning: May contain TMI
Well it finally happened.
I ripped a hole in the ass of my pajama pants by doing LITERALLY NOTHING. And don’t you dare come after me with that misuse of “literally” crap or I will literally kill you. By which I mean I will end your life, which is the literal meaning of “kill you.”
This is a twins breastfeeding pillow.
I think it needs a few adjustments.
Maybe tap shoes, too.
If I stood on a street corner with a tin can while feeding two babies at once and playing all these instruments, I could save up for the babies’ college funds in no time!
What’s sad is that I have been through so many indignities in this first trimester that the above scenario doesn’t even seem that embarrassing.