Not much time left now, I hope.
Today is the first day I've really felt down about being 39 weeks pregnant. There's two loads of laundry to fold, I still need to wash baby clothes, the dishes aren't done (we've all eaten cereal bars for breakfast), there are UNO card, children's books, and toys everywhere, and I'm just plain pooped.
Playgroup? No way. Grocery store? Not that desperate yet. I just feel so tired, and heavy, and uncomfortable. He'll be here soon, I know, and I shouldn't wish away the pregnancy, but the thing that excites me most is thinking that in six months my body will not be so dang HEAVY anymore.
On a cheerier note--I've found a potential crib for mr. "I'm going to climb out and wake you all up at 6 a.m." and a double stroller that I can purchase at no cost to me with my credit card points.
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YAY! Cannot wait to see the pics of the babe.
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