I’ve always been a little dramatic.
Because ever since they entered my body they’ve turned me into a drama queen.
A drama queen that, “can’t even” because, “you have no idea what growing a human is really like!”
Needless to say I never really imagined pregnancy would be like this.
In fact, “I’m still shocked to death,” on a daily basis about how sh!t I feel and how, “I’m literally about to die…doesn’t anyone get it?!”
Which is why I thought it would be handy to warn other ladies about the drama that could potentially enter their lives (and the lives of people who they come into contact with) once they start growing a mini human.
Because really, it’s like one minute you’re glowing, and totally on top of the whole baby-making thing. Then (like magic) the next minute you want to karate chop your barista in his face because, “you are on month 7 of 9 caffeine free months and if he doesn’t make your chai quick you will stab a fork in your eye! Doesn’t he understand?!”