Loads of important stuff is happening in my belly. Allegedly, the Opportunistic Symbiote is 7 ounces, which is about the amount of alcohol I like in a Long Beach Iced Tea. (Moment of silence for The Good Old Days, please. OK.) He/She/It is about 6 inches long, although by the size of my belly, you'd think it was 6 feet. As for me? I am still suffering through horrible headaches. I was reading online today and came across a couple of articles that theorized about headaches in pregnancy being caused by caffeine/alcohol/nicotine withdrawal. Since I cut out all of those cold-turkey, it makes sense. (That's kind of a lie, I still have a little caffeine as a treat occasionally, but I stay way under the recommended 300mg a day limit.) I told my doctor about the headaches and about how hormonal I am. He said I could take as much tylenol as I wanted, and that my body was just having a hard time dealing with the surge of estrogen. I almost showed him a surge of estorgen right up his DONT MIND ME ITS THE HORMONES TALKING. Right after the doc told me I was at the mercy of my estrogen, he told me that my stomach was about four weeks larger than average. DOCTOR JACOME HAS A DEATH WISH. Care to see the big belly? If not, er... close your eyes.
That's it, right there! It's the big humongous white thing next to the precious little girl who really needs a manicure. And now, I have a hot date with my sanchos, Ben and Jerry. In closing, I leave you with a photo of what my baby looks like at this point, approximately. Keep in mind that my actual baby is MUCH cuter.
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