Pass the Febreeze

Oh. Please. God.

This gas is going to kill me. And I don't mean the kind that goes in the car.

Hubs swears that I had this when I was preg with the Princess ~ but I don't remember this! I know toward the end it was every man for himself (don't you just feel for the people who will be Christmas shopping with me this year?!) But in the beginning ... not so much. Apparently this is the worst time in my life for burping & fumigating small countries.

The joys of pregnancy. This is one of those lovely side effects that no one warns you about.

I don't know how people miss it though.

Oof. I must be gestating a boy ~ girls are just not this mean to their mothers.

Where the hell'd I put that Febreeze?? Please tell me I'm not the only pregnant woman that could shame a restaurant full of truck drivers!!