Welp, its August.
I am a sweaty, sweaty pig these days. And it's not even been that hot, for Texas summers. Not that I'm even going outside - I sweat in air conditioning. I've always kinda been a sweaty girl, but add 50 lbs to my frame and it's a whole new level. Taking it up a notch, or ten.
And it's not this kind of sweaty,
it's more like this sweaty:
I am very attractive.
My poor husband. I think he sorta knew what he was getting into when he married me (I've always been a girl who placed comfort at the top of the priority list), but this pregnancy deal really unleashed the slovenly beast. Last week he came home from work and the first thing he said upon seeing me is "Why aren't you wearing pajamas?!" Like, he was so shocked to see me in clothing that was not 100% cotton and elastic.
Sorry boo. I'll work on it. AFTER the baby is born.
