Obviously there's not much going on around here if all we can find to talk about is the weather. Come back in fifty years, and we'll still be here, Tyler and I, talking about the weather...
Tyler gets up and goes to work every morning. I don't. It's divine. In trade for this, I stay home and have my body completely taken over by a little alien who apparently is practicing up for the Olympics. She is sure to win gold in gymnastics. I am HUGE and uncomfortable. I can't breath, I can't walk (I waddle...), and I have to listen to every person I know (and worse, the ones I don't!) tell me EXACTLY how this pregnancy/delivery/baby/parenthood WILL be. Funny thing is, every story is completely different, except for they all insist that their experience and/or their way is the ONLY possibility. I'm thinking I may have to be one of those rude people who makes her baby wear this:
If only to spare myself going crazy! Seriously, people are so rude.
In other news, I have decided I am going to be a seahorse in my next life.*
So basically, I am miserably giant, but don't have to go to work. Tyler goes to work and comes home filthy, but remains his normal size. --well, I think he's gotten more buff ;)-- seems a fair trade to me! But we are both SO IMPATIENT to
Baby shower is on Saturday, as well as taking some official "maternity pictures". I'll be sure to share them once I have them.
How's the weather where you are??
*No, I don't actually believe in other/next lives, etc. Hyperbole people.
