Here's a final, irrational complaint: I can't open jars and bottles thanks to Relaxin. Although this hormone means Mae has enough room to grow and isn't being prematurely ejected from my body and therefore I should be very grateful for it, instead it makes me intensely angry. If he's nearby, I yell at Carson for closing things too tight. If the item has never been opened, I yell in his direction that things shouldn't be so hard to open. In response he wordlessly opens whatever I'm struggling with, which makes me EVEN MADDER. I probably don't say it enough: Carson has the patience of a saint.
Photo: Carson and me at my sister's wedding, which had a really fun Haunted Mansion theme. I'm closer to 27 weeks here but I look exactly the same today.