Today is "That Day" in this pregnancy.
The day that my husband and I got on the scale, individually of course, and the little digital display....displayed the SAME NUMBER.
Now, I don't care what that number is - and if I were to speak said number out loud, I am sure that you would be able to hear an audible gross semi-wet gushing sound as the world collectively rolled its eyes at me - it is still doesn't do much for feminine self esteem to outgrow the physical boundaries of one's husband.
So I have given myself my allotted "5 minutes of wallowing," and now I am over it. I think.
