My boobs itch and are driving me mad. My skin has been SO dry since I got pregnant, no matter what I put on it. I fear I'll draw blood from scratching. Clay slaps my hands away when he hears that fingernail on skin noise, but I try and sneak the scratching in.
I feel "nesting" coming on. I so want to be in Amsterdam, in a nice apartment, starting our new life. I want to get cozy and make a home for us, get ready for Bean to arrive, and just be a happy, pregnant Kim. It's time for it to just be us, I'm trying not to be impatient, but it's hard.
I put my Mountain Dew slurpee in the freezer last night, now it's hard as a glacier. I'm waiting for it to melt even though I went and got another one. I need an intervention.