Sorry about skipping a day yesterday. I am just so fuzzy with exhaustion that I can barely function; the pregnancy is hitting me with a vengeance after a fairly low key sixth and seventh month. (I'd tell you about my going-on-seven-nights-of-no-sleep, but then I'd have to cry. And it would be an ugly cry. Nobody wants to see that, right?)
Despite all this, there are many things to be grateful for: A clean house. Cooler weather. Pretty flowers in my grow boxes. Baby ibuprofen.
And freshman roommates! A few of us got together last night up in Sandy for an evening of hilarity. I will post about it as soon as I get some pictures. (Everyone brought cameras except for me. Because I am lazy and didn't want to drag the big camera around.)
Until then, wish me luck. I still have eight weeks till this bun is out of the oven.
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Hang in there, Keryn!! The last several weeks are the toughest! I've noticed your pretty flowers in your grow boxes...good job, guys!! Let me know if you need any help.
ReplyDeleteSeriously, those last 8-10 weeks are awful! But they do have a few good parts (I think I only realized this today). You aren't expected to dress up, lift anything heavy, and you can get away with crying whenever necessary. Ok, weak things, I know...
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