Woke up this morning and had breakfast. Now i think i'm going to vomit...
My boobs have started their expansion into the unknown and i don't know if my bras will fit. Feeling a bit top heavy now.
Really super crabby and almost swore at my darling child when she would not eat her breakfast properly. Did i mention that I think i'm going to vomit?
These are all signs that the end is in sight so now I am worried that G won't make it here on time. He said he checked and there were no flights. I checked and there WERE flights. I think i married a con man.
Not to mention that this was his idea in the first place. He said if i thought i would regret not trying for another one, then we had to try. So he's packed me off to Sydney to live with his parents and go through the entire process on my own. He better show up on time or this will all be for nothing. I know he will because he tends to like coming through at the last minute so he looks like a hero. Forget my days of stress and anxiety in the lead up, he always comes through just in the nick of time, he always looks like a golden god and me like an irratible, stress head who needs to get a grip. SO not fair! Makes me want to vomit...
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