(The Garden. Crafted for my beautiful sister this Christmas.)
What is with the obsession with Vaseline baby boy? You love to take the container, run away and smear it all over your face, stomach and the house. It is...interesting.
Last night was divine! It is wonderful that after ALL these years I can still be exactly who I am with you all. I love the way you love me. And I love you too!
Thank you for not trying to have me committed after my little...ahem... incident with the screwdriver. I promise to do better controlling my temper next time. Also, I love you because instead of getting mad because I broke the door, you made me feel like a very loved, very normal and sane person. (Even though we both know that's not the case. :0) )
Dear Baby in my Belly,
You are movin and groovin now son! Only 13 weeks til meet meet! I love you so much already and I adore the name we have picked out just for you! I really hope this one sticks!
Dear Sweet Reader,
Wouldn't you love to hear more about the craziness that goes on in my ocd riddled brain? Well, you're in luck! Lately I feel it's time to share a little more of the story with the world. Maybe it will open me up to ridicule. Maybe it will be cathartic. Maybe it will help someone. Maybe even you.
Dear 20 lbs,
I did not expect to see you so soon! Seriously body, we've still got 3 months of gaining to do so let's ease up just a tad eh?
Dear Curtains from World Market,
We decided to go in a different direction with the spending of our Christmas cashola... But I will be saving up for you! Thanks again to our wonderful family for being so very generous! (But it is still really weird to spend money! Really weird but really fun.)
Dear Tampa Family,
Ready or not... here we come! See you Friday night!
Why do you have to do things like run marathons and make me feel all lazy and gross!?! Shame on you for being so darn motivated and inspiring!
It is not wise to compare yourself to others. Ever. Especially when you're extra pregnant and extra emotional.