The bloat kind of dissipated a bit this week. It can’t make up it’s mind what it wants to do. That’s okay, it made it’s way back with a vengeance soon after. At this point I was already used to digging every baggy shirt, sweater and cardigan from the depths of my closet. The bloat monster was going to make sure I looked pregnant much sooner than last time whether I liked it or not. What a bully.