8-10 weeks to go. And this body is ready.
I know, it only gets more crowded and painful from here, but don't point that out. I will cry.
Because I cry at everything:
Family does not love me.
Family loves me more than I deserve.
Jooj is sassy.
Jooj is sweet.
Plants are growing.
Plants are dying.
Too much to do.
Not enough time to do it.
Too much time left.
Family does not love me.
Family loves me more than I deserve.
Jooj is sassy.
Jooj is sweet.
Plants are growing.
Plants are dying.
Too much to do.
Not enough time to do it.
Too much time left.
So I haven't posted much. Because I am crying and growing and aching and limping and HOLY CRAP my chaunch hurts. Because I forgot I was seven months pregnant and jumped out and pushed our broken down ex-car. And sprained my labia or some other part. The cloiterous? All I know is it hurts to move.
Also it is springtime in El Paso which means I have a precious few weeks to get things done before it turns from a balmy 85 degrees to a horrifying 105. My family is shivering because I already have the air up full blast. So I haven't posted much because I am gardening and cleaning and canning and sewing and HOLY CRAP I forgot I need to start getting some freezer meals ready so we can eat when the baby comes.
And Jooj is beyond ready for kindergarten, but we have three more months until then, so I am desperately trying to keep her entertained, but we are without a car this month. Because W got into an accident and our car is being held hostage until we can pay to get it out of the shop because the OTHER car broke down and we had to pay to fix that one because he has to get to work. And we only had emergency savings for ONE broken car. Because, really, we try to be optimistic even though we should know better by now. And after paying for to fix the Focus it still was broken so we broke down ourselves and got a new (used) car. So I haven't posted because I am working with Jooj on not leaving the house and reading and spelling and piano and crafting and not killing the dog and not throwing fits and HOLY CRAP she is cleaning the floor with her toothbrush because she saw it on Clean House.
In other news, I had a dream that we named the baby Firstus McWhorter.
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I hope it's not your cloiterous. You might need that sometime.
Poor, Poor Yen. We forgive you for not blogging (really). Hang in there!
As for freezer meals- do Dream Dinners. You sign up and about 2 hrs and ~$120 later, you have 12 3-serving entrees. SO, SO worth it and it might relieve some stress!
Did you REALLY say the "C" word on this post? Hawt!
Loving you. That's all.
I love that someone else (besides me) is contradictory.
The name Firstus is almost something we could use in order to name our kid after Stewart. So, if you don't use it, can we?
i'm quite sure it was your cloister. (although word verification suspects it was your canla).
and have i told you lately how much i love you?
xo
You said chaunch.
And I think your words are working super good.
I love those Dream Dinners, do that, if you can.
And words? WHAT FORES?!
Does it help at all to know that it is all totally worth it within the first few minutes (or twenty-four hours, depending on whether you are my first baby or my second :-) It's cheesy, but it is true, and you can trust me because I hate being pregnant with a passion that rivals my hatred for all spiders (and I had some serious doubts with my first pregnancy before I knew better).
As for dinners, isn't that what your ward, take out and cold cereal is for?
First: Ew.
Second: Ouch.
Third: Wish we could come and visit you RIGHT NOW, but I'm getting me my edumacation this week..
Sometimes to make myself feel better I would but ice cubes on my belly to wake Averie up from her woomby slumber and have an evil laugh.
Fourth: Word verification was "queers" for this comment.
Put ice cubes, not but them.
Fifth: Word verification was "peclif" this time. Awesome!
I'm liking Firstus. Just tell me you're not shooting for an Octavius.
Evil hormones and sprained cloisters and whatnots.
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