In another 6 weeks, I'll be making my own gravity.
I feel this is a good time to mention that on Saturday I painted my own toenails. They look like crap, but just getting close enough to do it was a major accomplishment.
I've gained 31 pounds. Where's the ice cream? Have I mentioned how many times my mother-in-law has casually mentioned that she only gained 18 pounds? No? Well, it's a lot of times. Are you going to finish that cookie?
Also, does anybody know if there is a point at which if you don't already have stretch marks you aren't going to get them? I don't have any, yet, but I check obsessively every morning because I'm worried that one night they will all gang up and attack.