The third trimester had proven to be a very emotional time for me. Crying. Lots of crying-And not the cute kind either. Puffy, swollen face-the whole 9 yards. But when I'm not crying, I'm laughing at myself. I have been saying the dumbest things lately. I also look pretty funny trying to pick things up off of the floor. The other day, I was walking out of a store when something fell out of my purse. I very nonchalantly bent over to pick it up when I just about fell on my face. Apparently, bending at the waist to pick up something up is a thing of the past...at least for a little while. Now, bending over requires more of a sitting, squatting action- never to be done in a dress. Another fun player that is making his way back into my life is Mr. I-Don't-Like-Food-Anymore. I am getting so picky again. If I'm not feeling it, it goes in the trash. Consequently, I lost 4 pounds over the weekend. I need to be better prepared and take whatever food I like for the week with me wherever I go. It's late, bedtime.
I will leave you with a few photos of our sweet boy.
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