Don't worry, everyone! I am still pregnant! And it was hot today!
(Lawsy, I can't do many hot days and be this pregnant. I know you were all fussing about the rainy Spring weather, but I needed it--so I could survive and not commit any violent crimes.)
When my midwife told me last week that I wasn't having a baby this week or next, I said, "THANK YOU."
See, I know, even if everyone else thinks it will be at any moment, it won't. Don't get my hopes up otherwise. Baby can't come until the pillows are done and I find the perfect nursery lamp. And I come out of the deep denial I'm in about how I'm going to manage to have a baby, work from home, grow a business, and keep my home and family together. It will be fine, nothing will change, everything will be perfect! Magic!
Lawsy, lawsy, lawsy.
Ever since Mother's Day, EG will just show up with breakfast in bed for me. I have no idea how he latched onto this idea, but there's nothing quite as delightful as waking up to a banana and berry "face" in the morning with a glass of water. Maybe he feels bad that he got me sick with this deathly cold that I can't shake. Maybe he should feel bad about that; it's like a last minute "screw you" from the free germ exchange known as elementary school.
I hate not being able to yell at their beautiful faces, really cramps my style.
Over at Today's Mama:
What Are You Feeding Your Kids?
Quick Summertime Meal Ideas