This week has been epic. Too many things to do and not enough time in which to do them apparently results in frequent painful contractions and many, many tears. I’m still planning things as if I have the ability to push through the wall and continue to be productive. I can’t. Now when I hit the wall I bounce off and end up on my hiney in a puddle on the floor. The good news is that we made it to Siesta Key (YAY!). The bad news is that it took about 9.5 hours and resulted in massive amounts of swelling (which you’ll no doubt see in the pictures). I just hope I can drink enough water to get myself back on track so that the swelling doesn’t continue. I’m thinking that floating in a pool day after day will help. I wish that floating in the pool with a Corona in my hand was an option, but they keep telling me about this FAS business…anyway, on with the pictures.
Week 33 in my pregnancy with Liam (It looks like I’ve gotten to the point where I’ve surpassed my former self when I compare these pictures. I’d like to think that that’s related to 9.5 hours in the car with a pent up toddler, but I’m guessing that that’s not entirely true…):
Week 33 in this pregnancy with Baby Girl (I feel like the Stay-Puff Marshmallow Man and it shows. September can’t get here fast enough…):
Sweet dreams, y’all.
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