It is hard to get up from places like the hammock, lounge chairs, the side of the pool, the freaking COUCH.
I am so fat that my thighs are rubbing together.
Regular shirts show my belly, and tight-fitting maternity ones ride up to juuuuust under my bra.
I need a pedicure but am having a hard time reaching.
I wake up CONSTANTLY because it's hard to get settled, even with the life-changing magic of my pregnancy pillow.
The baby is moving like a little alien in there. I am a little worried because the midwife said she was head down at my last visit--- I hope she doesn't flip and then get stuck in a weird position.
Her room is DONE!!! I even added a plant yesterday.
We only have to buy a few more things to be totally ready, chief among them a carseat/stroller and a bassinet. You know, THE LITERAL ESSENTIALS.
The kids are beyond excited.
I made a Pinterest board for a postpartum wardrobe and basically just aspire to wear nursing tanks, nursing bras, and yoga pants. Good thing it's a pandemic and I can't go ANYWHERE.
Speaking of, I only bought 1 t-shirt and a dress for this pregnancy and have been mostly just wearing my normal clothes and looking silly.
Someone needs to tell my belly button we have 8 weeks to go!
Sunday, June 28, 2020
Hello, it's me your old friend Humpty Dumpty.
Thursday, June 25, 2020
Thursday, June 18, 2020
At least we have the pool and dive team practice to give us some sort of regular schedule.
Here is Dorothy with screens but poolside. That's so summer!
Buddy the Elf built his bday LEGO in NO TIME: