I’m 10 weeks with baby number 4.
First off, the retching. Having to pause mid-sentence to compose yourself so you don’t gag. Gorgeous!
The bloat... I’m slim(ish) and that, coupled with the fact my stomach muscles are pretty much fucked from the other 3 crotch goblins, I’m already in maternity leggings. They come up to my tits!
Oh yes, the tits! They’re like god damned rocks. Daren’t sleep on my back as they now rest Painfully in my armpits.
The farts. Oh joy. They smell like I’ve eaten raw sewage. Throw in the odd dose of the shits too, and you have yourself quite the colon party.
Teenage skin... I’m nearly fucking 40! Having to use clearasil at this age wasn’t something I ever thought I’d be doing.
Anyone care to add any other delights they’re dealing with?
Can’t wait for the fecking heartburn and diabetes to kick in in the next few weeks. Woopy frigging doo!