During one’s first trimester (or ANY trimester) is a stupid time to be on a super strict budget that doesn’t even allow for $5 of spending on a SHIRT that actually fits.

It’s a stupid time to have to cook every cotton picking meal from scratch.

It’s a stupid time to never have money on hand to satisfy any cravings at all, not that anyone would ever run out and get anything for me anyway.

A stupid time to have sick kiddos, and a stupid time to have to try to nightwean.

It’s a stupid time to have NO pants that fit.

It’s a stupid time to not have massages or flowers or anything special at all.

It’s a stupid time to feel ugly and miserable overall.

Yes, I’m know I’m feeling witchy. And I wish I had a broom to fly far, far away on.

I’d give just about anything to feel good again. (