One of these days, I really have to make it a priority to have the stupid cottage cheese ceiling removed from this house.
Regular gatorade is too sweet, so I drink the reduced sugar kind. Also: gummy vitamins are easier to deal with than regular.
Edie has become my unexpected ally in this house otherwise full of boys. She waits for me outside of the shower, and sometimes I wake up late at night to find her nestled right next to my stomach, or wedged against my back. I think it’s a female thing, and she knows I’m pregnant because of hormones or something.
Speaking of the shower — my old friend — it’s easier to stay in there if you sit on a stool. I’ve borrowed Mini’s for the time being. He’s reluctantly agreed to this.
Sometimes I sit around and think about how badly the house needs to be cleaned. But I don’t really do anything about it. Only two more weeks of this, I hope.