Since summer break started, my weekly blogging routine is nonexistent – as it should be! Summertime and the livin’s easy.
I confess… I had my first pregnant pee in your pants experience the night of my sister’s wedding. Granted it was while I was throwing up the Burger King I thought was a nice top-off to her reception, it still happened. Thankfully I was alone and had a change of clothes in the hotel room. But… I was still embarrassed.
I confess... I went against my body’s wishes to be lactose intolerant and ate Dairy Queen. Annabelle wanted me to get her something too, but I told her it was an “Adult’s Only Ice Cream Parlor.” She believed me.
I confess… I got my first speeding ticket here in Georgia yesterday. To be honest – I didn’t know the speed limit in the area was only 30, even though I’ve driven down this hill every day for the last three years. The cop was really rude and told me to “tell my friends to slow down on this road too.” Like I have a lot of friends in the area buddy…
I confess… every morning I try to sneak out of bed so I don’t wake up Annabelle (she always ends up with us in bed). But since I am getting bigger every day, attempting to roll out over my Snoogle pillow quietly has become such a production I’ve fallen out of our bed multiple times.
I confess… I’m nowhere near as ready for Baby A to arrive as I was with Annabelle at this point in my pregnancy. Tomorrow I’ll be 30 weeks and all I can say is – we have diapers.
I confess… my daughter totally learned to pick her nose from me. I’m so gross.
I confess… looking for a bathing suit to wear to the beach while 30 weeks pregnant is no walk in the park. I can’t find a maternity suit, so someone needs to design maternity swimsuits that don’t look like maternity swimsuits. Please and thank you.