“Fatty, fatty two-by-four…
couldn’t fit through the kitchen door.”
Yeah, that’s me. I feel so fat.
I’m not supposed to be getting fat yet. I guess baby number three is special that way.
I’ve already gained a million four pounds with this pregnancy.
Even when I’m puking sick, I’m still hungry. And I’m really tired, too. So, that means, I eat something, and then I lay down. I ought to go for a walk or something. But, no…I’d rather nap.
