This week is 23 weeks and we had another ultrasound. Things look good but the doctor was a little concerned about the amount of fluid and the weight I have gained. I am trying to eat less carbs with the help of my friends and hopefully, that will help.
Dusty and I have also decided we need to start being a lot nicer to each other. I told him that even if I was in the wrong, he had to act like I wasn't and be exceedingly nice to me. So, as a result, I got the following email from him.
"Hey smoopsy woopsy how is your day going, I hope you have a fantabulous day!!! Love you!"
Wow. All this stemmed from two nights ago when I yelled at him for putting the bread on the wrong shelf in the pantry. In my defense, that is the first time I have had a crazy pregnancy moment and he did squish the bread.
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