I'm a terrible blogger. Like maybe I'm not even a blogger anymore. I should retire, give up and move on with my life. But I can't quite do that yet, so here's a "mini-post" until I recover my life and sanity... in July. (June is the hardest month of my year and I'm hanging on for dear life!)
a conversation in a bathroom stall at a therapy center...
Grace: It smells good in here. Like hot dogs.
Ew. Ew!! But I can't help but love hot dogs anyway. Just not public bathrooms so much.
I'm 18 weeks now, feeling great, still running (slow and steady), wearing maternity clothes (sigh) and hoping to enjoy the summer before the fatigue and discomfort hit again that 3rd trimester. But school will start right about then and I'll have (a little) time to myself to rest up before this baby comes. At least that's my plan!
