I haven’t written a confession post in a long time.
I am at the point in my pregnancy where I’m ready to throat punch the next person who asks me when the doctors think Ailey is coming. No one knows when she will decide to come out into the world but her and her alone.
I am aware that it’s best for a baby to cook until 40 weeks, but there is nothing wrong with wanting her to come early.
Last weekend I saw Bad Moms and laughed so hard I cried… and almost peed my pants.
Almost 38 weeks pregnant = everything annoys me. If you plan on chewing or breathing loud, please stay far away.
I hate Georgia summer weather more and more each day that passes as I am trapped inside my house. If I am outside for more than 15 minutes I find myself having trouble breathing, so I basically hide in the a/c all day on a self-imposed house arrest.
My blog post today makes me sound like the most miserable human being on this planet, but I promise I am only a little bit cranky.
Lately, Annabelle’s antics are so funny, but so naughty at the same time, that I find myself simultaneously hiding my face while I silent laugh and scold her.
The receptionist at my OB’s office kept calling me Chelsea yesterday. I started having flashbacks to high school when I would cry because people told me I looked like Chelsea Clinton. Sorry Chelsea, but you’re just not someone I want to look like.
I still don’t understand Pokemon Go.
Today is Open House at my old school and it feels weird not being there. I’m totally stoked to be a SAHM again, but I can’t lie – I will miss being a teacher too!
I have not installed Ailey’s car seat base yet, so I have to ask myself, “Is she not going to come early because we aren’t fully prepared yet?” Maybe I’ll do that today.
Annabelle made me smell her poopy diaper. I was laying on the floor trying to stretch my back and she stood over my face and said, “SMELL IT.” I started laughing hard and so she squatted over me. She repeated, “SMELL IT MOMMY.” So I smelled it.
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