Marjory the Trash Heap

Do you remember Marjory the Trash Heap from Fraggle Rock? I bear a strong resemblance to her these days. Back on strict bed rest for the rest of the pregnancy. Dumb cervix shrunk back.

We have mirrored closet doors and every time I sit up in bed and turn to my left, I catch a glimpse of Marjory in the mirror. The resemblance between my current body shape and hers is truly uncanny. Pair that with the empty water bottles, peanut butter jars, and dirty plates that surround me till Preston gets home and you've got yourself another set of twins.

I sound like a real bummer, huh? Can't promise I'll be any more positive tomorrow. Debbie Downer might be here to stay.