Week 17: Excuse Me

Those two words have been coming out of my mouth since the day those pink little lines showed up on the pregnancy test.

My name is Tiffany Anglesey and I am a fluffer! I have more gas than most middle eastern countries.

I visited my family this week in Colorado. If my brothers were not scared of marriage then, THEY ARE NOW! My brothers were applauded at the amount of gas that cam out of this 4'11 body. I tried sooo hard to blame it on Alexa, but sometimes she was not conveniently around me when I blew. I was out of control and it was soooo embarrassing. It happens at the worst of times.

Doctors say its totally normal during pregnancy and not to worry about it. But how can I not worry about it!? My mother always taught me to be a lady and now I feel like an erupting volcano, ready to blow at any minute. Kory can "assume the position" within seconds (putting his nose in his shirt). A few nights ago, I work up to Kory sleeping in this position after I ate a very appetizing dinner of tacos. Now, I know what you're thinking, "why don't you change your diet"....Hahahaha....Ya, I thought of that too. I did that with Alexa and lets just say, it did not work. All that the diet changed was the intensity of the smell....For the worst!

Its gotten to the point where if I cannot make it too the bathroom in time....I run and errupt next to the person who would most likely be the one blamed (aka...Old people, babies, and men!)

So....If you're fortunate enough to be around me during the rest of my pregnancy, just know that if you smell something a little off....There is no need to be looking around the room and cast judgements at my poor innocent victims (aka Grandma), IT WAS ME!!!!!!