Nothing fits, guys!
*cries a river*
I’m in my third trimester now and I’m struggling to dress every morning. Dean agrees that my baby bump is bigger this time round and I’ve been religiously slapping oil on my tummy chanting “No stretch mark please, no stretch mark please, no stretch mark, pleaseeee”. The moment I see one stretch mark coming, I am going to scream until the next block can hear me. If you guys hear a loud scream next week, don’t worry just go back to sleep. The second stretch mark arrived, no biggie.
This pregnancy, Alhamdulillah, has been a breeze. I don’t really get any bad or major pain or nausea, and I’m still my cheerful self. I guess with Daniel, it was all new to me and the slightest difference in my body or feelings I can notice. But now… in between running around Daniel a lot (he is sooooo clingy, maybe he can sense competition coming) and office expansion and handling dUCk, I seriously have my time filled I even forget to take Week by Week bump picture like how I used to with Daniel. Poor Baby M. Second child syndrome already!
Is it like that for you guys too? Do you guys feel guilty? Cos I know I do!