Finally week 19. I think 18 weeks was officially 2 1/2 weeks long and let me tell you, I was SICK of it by the time it finally ended!
I'm irritated that in all these pictures I just look washed out and tired. I'm not. I feel great. I LOOK like I have cancer but I promise that I don't!
It's the abominable long hair. I hate it. Why don't I cut it?
I dreamed last night that I was taking care of two little boys (Angella I don't know if you pop in here on occasion but they were your sons I was babysitting) and they both went to the bathroom on the floor and I had to clean it up and I couldn't stop washing my hands. I woke up holding my hands in the air, afraid to touch the blankets and woke up Justin to tell him I wasn't ready to have children if they were going to be pooping children.
Is it too late for that decision?
1 week ago