June 2013
The person I reblogged this from has a blog worth to follow.
Watch as no one reblogs this from me.
The person I reblogged this from has a blog worth to follow.
Watch as no one reblogs this from me.
Is the last day the worst?!?!?!
Right now the bottom of my stomach is burning with my pants touching it, I did something to my back where there is one spot on the left side that is rendering me unable to move or lift my head, my entire pelvis feels like its getting ripped in half, I’ve got lovely diarrhea, Lane is constantly digging his head in to my vagina and shoulders in to my hips, every time I try to fall asleep on the couch someone talks to me or James says something that wakes me up, I’m beyond irritable (obviously) and my feet won’t stop swelling.
I’m thankful that I made it this far. I know how blessed I am, especially since so many moms on here have recently had preemies. I know how lucky I am that our babies will probably go home with us right away.
But god-dammit I fucking hurt.
Now that I’m a father, whenever I see kids running through the aisles at the store and getting too close to our stroller.
I’m like:
