They’ve finally arrived and so go in the final nail in the coffin of my self esteem. Thanks kid. (36 weeks)
Then again it would help if my boyfriend would touch or give me any affection since the first sight of real bump came.
I’m reaching a stage of regret.
What have you guys done to have any confidence or dignity in the shit show known as pregnancy?
And no, I don’t feel like a tiger who has “earned” their stripes. My skin is tearing. That isn’t cute to me no matter how you paint it.