So I've been ttc since my last miscarriage in June. When I moved out to Michigan, pregnant, my dad was so freaking excited to be a grandpa. Well the last several days, around 3 or 4, I haven't been feeling too good. Usually one small serving fits me, lately I can eat 3 or 4 servings. I've been super bloated, can't sleep very well, and my mood swings are HORRIBLE, but I don't want to test in case it's too early. So I haven't told anyone that my hubby and I are ttc.

This morning I was putting a dog shirt on the oldest of our dogs and OUT OF THE BLUE, he said that it's good that I get my practice in cause I'll be putting a lot of clothes on kids soon. And dead ass just stared at hubby and I in the face.