Gosh, the weekend wasn't really the most fantastic one.
In fact. It was the worst.
And we were supposed to have a nice cool celebration.
No details, so tired to keep repeating myself, even if it were to myself. Duh.
Expect and you disappoint.
That's all in a gist I guess.
I am definitely the one to be majorly blamed... blame it on the hormones, the fatigue, the constant giddiness and nauseous feeling.
I just wished I had more empathy.
I hate being pregnant.