An open letter...

By Michelle Ferguson -
Dear Third Trimester,

I am absolutely exhausted, often overheated, and have a quickly dwindling "belly appropriate" wardrobe to accommodate my ever growing frame.

You win.

I give up.

Well played...

Love,

~Defeated

P.S. (If I were a "Tweeter" these are the kinds of life-changing updates I would offer..)

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