Hi, everyone, welcome to the Bitch Bible podcast. Can somebody send a gun to my house?

It is Sunday morning.

It's God's Day.

If you hear the tempting croons of Shakira in the background, it is because I have a full crew here.

Seven days a week, we are doing the baby's room.

And I am holding off for like a download slump to hit you with the gender reveal, but

it's really coming together.

I've gotten all new window treatments.

We're really incorporating cornice boards slash, you know, valances, if you will, into the space.

So things are going great.

I am, you know, high highs high, high, is low lows over here.

Like some days I'm in the best mood ever and I'm just feeling like sprightly and bitchy and fun.

And then some days I wake up and Andrew like the first thing he asks me every day because

training. He's like, what can I get you, honey? And for the past three days, I've asked for a gun. I say, an iced matcha and a gun. And he's like, I'm not going to get you a gun. I'm like, find one. Figure it out. That's a joke. Don't worry. But I'm in a mood.

And I know I'm going to come back around because she always does.

But it's not that I'm depressed and feel a sense of stagnant, but maybe just a little bit.

I had this epiphany a week or two ago where I was like, I'm halfway.

I'm like five months.

And then I'm like, holy fuck, I'm only halfway and I have so much longer to go.

And this is TMI, but you should know that there is like, there's a deep, I don't want to say sore.

There's a tenderness to my like butthole that I can't really describe.

It's like I feel pressure down there and I'm fearful for my life because this baby is moving and grooving already. Like I don't remember because I've just disassociated, but I'm feeling the baby move like crazy.

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