I don’t know why you would, but please don’t read The Girldfriends’ Guide to Pregnanacy by
Vicki Iovine unless you are pregnant past the road of no return. Actually now that I think about it, maybe
high school girls should read it.
I’m pretty sure Andrew hated this book. While I was reading it I was constantly
either A) Telling him the grossest thing he has ever heard or B) Reminding him
about how awesome I have been throughout this process. Turns out I have the right to be a complete
psychopath for nine (ten) months. I have
not taken advantage of this nearly to the level that I should considering I
have only cried from hunger once.
I know I constantly say that I like depressing books, but
this is a whole new level. It is taking
some amazing self control and use of the delete button not to give you
concrete, graphic examples. Just know
that potentially horrible things are happening or will happen to my body so
when I tell you I need your chocolate, LISTEN.
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