It feels a lot like being a pothead when you're in your third trimester and a SAHM of a toddler.
Hungry all the time, tired, eternally in pajamas and yoga pants, and my roommates force me to watch cartoons. Nora even stole my bean dip from me today. I asked her to give it back and she smiled, "No... Mama chase me!"
I let her keep the bean dip.
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