I have been so lame with the blog this week and I apologize for that. I was thinking about what stories I could tell you or what interesting articles I’ve read online and I am coming up blanks-ville. Even when I think about the 3-day weekend, I can’t for the life of me remember what we did. Vacuumed? Went to a newborn class where they showed us gross slides of the belly button falling off? Went for a walk?
Everyone keeps asking me when my due date is and I keep telling them. March 6. March 6. March 6. And their response is always “OooOoooOooo!” But it really doesn’t feel close to me. I think it’s better when I’m not a ball of anticipation and I can just take weeks as they come. This week: finish hanging prints in our bedroom for baby-decoration-palooza. Next week: doctor’s appointment on Monday, hospital tour on the weekend. And so on and so forth. Every day: praying I still fit into my giant panel-pant jeans.
In other news: there is no other news. I promise to let you know when I think of something