I'm not trying to be a pessimist, I'm just trying to be prepared.
Stay away from Target.
Overall, life has been really good lately. Chaotic and full of big changes, sure, but good in that way that makes your soul feel warm.
I often completely forget that I am trapped in a meat cage.
There’s no need to pathologize weight gain in and of itself.
I am well past the age where it’s socially acceptable to feel like your life is ending because of a positive pregnancy test, but I’ll admit that I truly felt like everything was coming crashing down.
Is it me, my illness, or the hormones?