The update is this: I am still pregnant.

I weigh more than Poor Kyle at his Big Weight (the weight where when he sees that number on the scale he knows it’s time to crack down and shape up). I don’t feel very good physically, emotionally, or spiritually. I am really scared to give birth and even more scared to be a parent for the rest of my life.

And now it’s bloody August.

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