Of course, the whole world has to know.
Because I feel like a domestic goddess after doing such feat.
And just in case it doesn't happen again.
I don't know if there's a household chore more tedious than folding clothes. I would have seizures just thinking about it. Plus, it requires dexterity and a higher degree of patience to perform such simple task—and unfortunately, I do not possess the latter.
I thought I would have a long, uninterrupted sleep last night because for the first time in almost two years, I let our toddler sleep with my mom.
But that much needed rest never happened. I was so uncomfortable with this belly that could pop anytime, the perpetual back pain, the need to pee every fifteen minutes, and the unbearable heat.