Want to take a peek into my brain? I dare ya.
So my kids are awesome. Can I get an “amen”? LOL! Thought I’d throw in a Christianese phrase to get you all loosened up. Oh my humor is really ill.
Anyway. I can’t think of a single thing to write about right now. I have so much going on.
Brianna’s preschool Christmas program is tomorrow. I’ll be the proud and pregnant mom taking a gazillion pictures.
Tonight I was thinking of taking the turds one more time to see Tradition’s lights and such which will be followed by fireworks. Only problem is I’d be alone. Two of them, one of me and I’m not moving very fast these days. I just can’t decide on that one.
Taking a small break here to thank the person who invented sugar coated peanuts. Love them!
I got invited to a Partylite party. That’s candles, for all of you men who don’t know. I am a candle-aholic. But I have spent my limit this year and, really, with soon to be 3 kids I don’t need any more fires in my house. I’m going to have to turn it down.
Know what store thrills me? Pier 1. Yep. It’s my favorite.
My husband just went outside to put the bench back in our van. Know why? Because as of this coming Tuesday we are 3 weeks away from meeting our newest addition. That’s THREE people! At the most. If I go into labor before then there will be no more waiting. Within an hour of entering the hospital my tyke will be in my arms. That’s another reason I am such a fan of c-sections. It’s like a fast food restaurant. Quick, convenient — too bad it’s not cheap too. Oh well. You can’t win them all.
I have prepped for baby all week this week. Today is mile high laundry day. This weekend is pack the suitcase weekend. Guess I’ll be buying some trashy gossip magazines to throw in there. It’s entertainment so don’t start in on me. Three days in the hospital and you’ll read the back of a tampon box to keep your mind occupied… trust me!
I gotta remember to keep my legs shaved. Last time I had a baby I went into labor and I hadn’t shaved in 4 days. I was a hairy mess. Well, by the time I got home from the hospital it had been a week and my legs were disgusting and if they even touched each other I’d get the willies. I hate stubble. When stubble starts to curl it’s heebie jeebie time.
I wish I could just sit around and eat.
Today is my sister’s 30th birthday. I get a little thrill when another sibling passes the 30 marker. Makes me feel less and less old.
Well have a great Friday everyone. Stats are dropping like flies so I’m assuming you all are as busy (or more so) than I am. See you soon.