I've tried to write this post 3 times already, each time I lose interest after about a line. I will finish this one post.
Baby B is on his/her way. Naturally we're excited, though probably not as excited as we should be. That has a lot to do with the fact that 1. I feel crappy all the time, 2. Ryan feels like he has to do everything. But don't worry, we're getting there.
These posts will probably be filled with TMI, mostly about my symptoms and my vents and gripes in general. Ryan thinks I'm complaining too much, but the way I feel is... if I have to suffer, he has to listen(suffer). Afterall, it's not like I got into this situation by myself.
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