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Every time I look in the mirror, I see a blob of a reflection. My belly, to me, looks way too big for how far along I am.
I hate being a SAHM. There, I said it. I really, really hate it.
These things buzz into my bitter mind when he asks to go out after I've spent all day with the baby.
We complain about not having enough time to do all the things we want to do, but we're actually wasting hours every day.