It’s official – I weigh more than my husband.
Additionally, I am wearing his shorts considering they are the only piece of clothing in this god-forsaken house that fit me.
On a happier note, I am 50% effaced and a “fingertip” dilated. Not much, I know…but it’s a hell of a lot better than last week’s “not effaced AND tightly closed up” observation. Things are a-happening, peeps.
ANNNDDDD tomorrow’s my last day of work. Which is a good thing since my boss made me cry. Awesome.