Are going to relax with our feet up today while mike goes and buys us a new car.
Did you know that not only do carseats have to fit in a car, you have to be able to move the driver’s seat back far enough so that your knees aren’t held hostage by the steering wheel? Also that with twins, you need two carseats?
LOL tall people parenting in compact cars!
Last night, one of them discovered a crawl space under my left ribs at 3am. Much joy and squirming was had.
I already know I will miss feeling them swim around. Even the 6am cage matches they seem to have.
I will be so relieved when they’re here safely. (Don’t you get here before 10 more weeks!)
I will miss the calm before the storm.
I will not miss the horrible things people say to me (no, you should watch YOUR diet, asshole).
I will not miss projectile heartburn (if you think there is not such a thing, I assure you, there is).
I will not miss searing hip pain with every step.
Sometimes I’ll wonder if I’ll miss my old life. It was a pretty easy one.
I wonder what it will be like to give up on/put on hold a career that I love.
I don’t wonder in a sad way, just an overwhelmed at not knowing kind of way.
Anyway, I was really just going to type: 10 more weeks!
Sometimes I get stressed out about calling it ice cream instead of iced cream.
Sure, why don’t you leave 3 boxes full of files blocking my office door when you know I can’t lift anything.
Oh well. Bright side - if I can’t get into my office, I guess I can’t work.
I swear I wasn’t grumpy before I got here.
Buying men’s XL shirts because they’re the only thing that fits anymore, you break down sobbing in the clothing aisles.
The great thing about Target, though, is that they’ve also got a candy section.
Naked naps 8 inches from the air conditioner.
Also naked ice cream sandwich eating 8 inches from the air conditioner.
If my air conditioner had eyes, I’d feel sorry for it.
Sadly, there is no “humiliation” pop tart flavor to accompany the holiday.
But that was when I got a choice in the matter. Stupid Braxton Hicks.
Pop Tarts for everyone! (They’re the official holiday meal.)
Standing just out of my reach, handing me a piece of paper, then cracking up when I have to drag myself slowly and painfully out of my chair because you wouldn’t walk one step further.
“You’re probably right. You would be shit at this.”
(I never got a really high grade in “makes friends easily” in case you’re wondering.)