I hate him. 😄
1) This kid is insane and wants out.
2) My pajamas are better than your pajamas.
3) Ignore the television dialogue. We were watching The Challenge: Rivals reruns on Hulu Plus.
That’s the only way to explain why my belly just did what it did.
My new obsession: Teavana strawberry lemonade tea and my new tea maker.
I am officially at that super uncomfortable stage of pregnancy. My back is always in a state of severe pain from the pressure of Zach hanging out low, I can’t see my feet anymore, I can’t ever get comfortable, and everything is making me queasy or giving me acid reflux. I’ve still got over six weeks left and I’m desperately trying to enjoy it since we’re not planning on anymore (not that this one was planned, but let’s not quibble over details). This little guy is making the enjoyment part pretty difficult.
This is the life.
I lovelovelove that this crazy urge gets me to actually DO things. This weekend was really productive and I got a lot of things done and out of the way. But I detest that feeling of absolutely having to get these random tasks done and by the end of the day, I feel absolutely exhausted and sore.
Sorting little boy clothes to wash and fold. It’s throwing me off, not seeing pinks and purples.
Ever since she got her ear infection and I had to put her in a bath to cool down her fever, she bucks and thrashes the first few minutes of being placed in her tub (which is super fun for me being 8 months pregnant and all). I’m not sure what has gotten her so spooked but it got to the point tonight that I had to heave myself into the bath with her to show her how fun bath time is. She was not impressed.
I’ve decided to be accepting of my waddle who’s pregnancy. While I was pregnant with Rebecca, I fought to maintain my dignified stride until my size got the better of me. This time around, I don’t have time for dignity so I just waddle like a duck. 😊