I’m having a good boob day. So good that I just texted a cleavage picture to D, even though he’s sitting right across the room from me, because I needed him to know that I know they look fantastic.
So I absolutely love my new jeans to the point that I will probably wear them past pregnancy for however long they last, but they have fake pockets in the front. Why is this a thing? Who even thought that was a good idea?
Early morning conversation with Bug
- Bug: (patting my boobs) Mommy's boobies.
- Me: Yep
- Bug: (looking down at her chest) Where MY boobies at?
- Me: ...
- D: ...
- Me: You'll get them someday, kiddo.
- Bug: Meow.
At least you made it to 5 months. I was in maternity jeans at like 3 months.
I do have one pair of jeans that is going to last me the entire pregnancy (BLESS YOU, LOW RISE, BLESS YOU SO HARD), but don’t think I haven’t been working some rubber band/belly band magic already on the rest.
It was actually my stomach that made me realize I should take a test this time around. It went floofier than normal pretty much immediately.
I broke and bought a pair of maternity skinny jeans today because I’m pretty sure my regular ones aren’t going to make it another few weeks into this. And that estimate is being very optimistic.
Oh no! So, so sorry! I was having those bad dreams a couple weeks ago.
I’m so sorry you were having them. They are so realistic and uuuuggggh. I guess they are very common, but I don’t really remember having them with Bug. That totally could be my crap-ass memory though.
I’m so tired but I don’t want to go to sleep because I kept having miscarriage/super early labor dreams last night and I really don’t want it to happen again tonight.
Instead of waiting in her tower, Rapunzel slices off her long, golden hair with a carving knife, and then uses it to climb down to freedom.
Just as she’s about to take the poison apple, Snow White sees the familiar wicked glow in the old lady’s eyes, and slashes the evil queen’s throat with a pair of sewing scissors.
Cinderella refuses everything but the glass slippers from her fairy godmother, crushes her stepmother’s windpipe under her heel, and the Prince falls madly in love with the mysterious girl who dons rags and blood-stained slippers.
Persephone goes adventuring with weapons hidden under her dress.
Persephone climbs into the gaping chasm.
Or, Persephone uses her hands to carve a hole down to hell.
In none of these versions is Persephone’s body violated unless she asks Hades to hold her down with his horse-whips.
Not once does she hold out on eating the pomegranate, instead biting into it eagerly and relishing the juice running down her chin, staining it red.
In some of the stories, Hades never appears and Persephone rules the underworld with a crown of her own making.
In all of them, it is widely known that the name Persephone means Bringer of Destruction.
Red Riding Hood marches from her grandmother’s house with a bloody wolf pelt.
Medusa rights the wrongs that have been done to her.
Eurydice breaks every muscle in her arms climbing out of the land of the dead.
Girls are allowed to think dark thoughts, and be dark things.
Instead of the dragon, it’s the princess with claws and fiery breath
who smashes her way from the confines of her castle
and swallows men whole.
'Reinventing Rescuing,' theappleppielifestyle. (via justawordshaker)
Give me all of them.