rummbley little Zombie.
So as you may or may not have herd. I have Zak's little zombie growing its way inside me. it's also making me have the most fucked up weirdest dreams I have ever had in my life, back pain, sleeplessness, and I have to pee like and old man with 4 prostate problems. I say four because I was already like and old man with 2 prostate problems and it doubled. I don't want to get into a million gross details at the moment, but I assure you that I can. Zak is t he happiest and calmest I have ever seen him; he's been so helpful and supportive. Even when I am yelling, crying or in what ever mood swing that has reared its ugly head. He's tried his best not to yell at me and to calm me down if I start crying. My lower back is aches, not in a bad way but an annoying way; it does if I sleep on it wrong. I went out today and got preggo slippers. Something I can walk around in and stay a little more comfy. 3 shirts, all white for some odd reason, one I am wearing right now and will for bed all the time that I can. It has a built in bra thing and helps support me breast, making them less sore and overly sensitive. The two others are ones for expanding. Top wise some of my shirts are getting a little tight in the boob area, but I manage, soon however I will need at least some other ones because boob cleavage is YAY, tummy cleavage unless artistically done is not so YAY. Blah I think I am going to attempt to lay down again…I smell yum yum doughnuts coffee….and I know there is none….that freaks me out.