I went to my therapist appointment. You know, wanted to bounce off my ideas of coming out in the workplace cloaked by an isn’t-it-awesome-that-I’m-pregnant. Got a lot of validation from her. She’s great. No nonsense. If you want to cry and moan and bitch and curl up in a ball and rock back and forth, she will SO NOT HAVE THAT. I like her because she doesn’t let you procrastinate. Do you have an issue you want to work on? Ok, great. Let’s make a plan and execute. My kind of person.

But effin’ HELLO??? Who do you go to when your therapist tells you you look heavier than when she last saw you six months ago?