TB3 is the size of a Barbie Doll.
Week 23 was just as eventful as Week 22. End of the Year Program for the girls. Prom for my sister. Busy week at work. Family drama. Another bad asthma attack. Heartburn. Uncomfortableness. Pre-birthday celebration for T-Daddy.
The more I go through life with a progressing pregnancy, the more I realize how pregnancy affects everything. Like I don’t breathe, eat, drink, sleep, dress the same. I’d be lying if I said I’m all excited about it because really I’m just ready to get back to my life. Then I realize that the life I knew is gone forever. I have this pregnant life and then the life after the baby comes. And I’m just ready to see what that life is gonna be like so I can adjust accordingly. (And maybe get back to an asthma-free life.)