Don’t talk to me, I’m not in the mood
I’m tired, I feel sick, I have gone off my food
I have got heart burn, piles and I’ve got a sore back
Don’t argue with me, I won’t cut you any slack
I have got big, black bags, under my eyes
I look like I have eaten to many pies
I have stretchmarks, I look like a frigging map
The baby kicks me in the ribs when I'm trying to take a nap
I'm forever hot, I forever sweat
My ******* leak, my tops always wet
When I walk, I puff and I pant
I can’t wait to have this baby, I hate being Pregnant
Feb 17, 2012
Feb 17, 2012 at 9:14 AM UTC
Don’t talk to me, I’m not in the mood
I’m tired, I feel sick, I have gone off my food
I have got heart burn, piles and I’ve got a sore back
Don’t argue with me, I won’t cut you any slack
I have got big, black bags, under my eyes
I look like I have eaten to many pies
I have stretchmarks, I look like a frigging map
The baby kicks me in the ribs when I'm trying to take a nap
I'm forever hot, I forever sweat
My ******* leak, my tops always wet
When I walk, I puff and I pant
I can’t wait to have this baby, I hate being Pregnant
I have had many family members in my life who are or were pregnant. They have told me so many thinkgs. Some loved being pregnant but some hated it. I guess what Im trying to say is that being pregnant can be diffent for everyone.
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