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Sometimes I go out in public without a lick of makeup because I have run out of fucks.

If you think that’s ugly, you should see me when the Starbucks barista tries to hand me a white mocha. WHAT THE FUCK IS A WHITE MOCHA??

We have a cold. We’re staying hydrated. We’re watching Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy. We’re speaking in the British. Cheerio.

I have one pound of pregnancy weight left to lose.

16 if you count the little bugger attached to me 24/7.

gratuitous picture of ourselves

Dear Big Bad World,

Thanks for letting us be all up in you.

Love,
C & B (aka Nugget)

Nugget doesn’t care about threats (“If you don’t stop kicking me I’m going to name you Bojangles McGee”) or bribery (“Settle down and let me sleep for two hours and I’ll see to it that you get an Xbox for your first birthday”). All Nugget cares about is seeing what prolonged sleep deprivation will do to his mother. But that’s okay because I’m sure I’ll get plenty of sleep once he’s born, right? Right??

Hullo?

Third Trimester

aka the trimester in which I refuse to wear pants

GPOYW

That’s not all baby. There’s half a BLT and a Luna bar in there as well.

Pictures that look dirty but aren’t

GPOY trying on all my dresses because I got invited to a baby shower and I’m too cheap to buy a maternity dress. This is the dress I wore for our wedding rehearsal. I pronounce it a winner.

Please don’t reblog because I’m totes not wearing a bra.

(I’m supposed to get bigger than this? How much bigger, exactly…?)