Well, we have officially moved to double-digit days, instead of triple-digit days, until Biscuit arrives. Time sure flies when you are puking and have a kicking baby in your belly.
In the weeks to come it will be madness around here. We have Showerpallooza where there will be 3 showers over the course of one weekend. I may need a bigger car to drive everything home.
I also have Amy's shower which I am excited about because I haven't seen her since she found out she was pregnant. My how the Pink Ladies have changed. Rizzo would be so proud that we are knocked up.
I will also have a shower with SP's family, finish the nursery, hopefully have a finished bathroom AND Pilot 1 of my project will go-live...ALL before Christmas.
Our 1-day child birth class is in January. There's also a child safety and br*astfeeding class to sign up for. Not sure when I am going to find time to BREATHE but it's all good. Just prepping for when Biscuit is actually here and we go non-stop.
Today I feel: better than I have in 3 weeks. Antibiotic is working. Feel moderately rested. Not taking work too seriously. Loving my husband for having dinner ready for me on Monday after a horrific day...nothing says I love you like warmed up pot roast and apple pie.
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