oh, henry.

a raging firestorm of heartburm, a gigantic and cumbersome belly that's growing to the tune of 2.5 lbs/week, feet that smell like dog farts (i should have just let the dog take the blame for that one), rings that don't fit on fingers, ankles that fled weeks ago, hip bones that feel in no way connected to the rest of my body, and a whirlwind of random shooting pains.

luckily, it's for a good cause. less than 2 months to go!