On the outside i may look like I’m carrying this kid well, but in reality i fat man grunt everytime i move & 86% of the time i can’t breathe & im always very swollen & i cry... alot & i want to sleep all day, everyday & did i say i can’t breathe? Cause i can’t. Ever.
Sam literally just got home from Florida last night & she just called me to ask me if I need anything.. like excuse me I’m sorry brb crying. That’s my soul sister