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?