If my current life was a TV drama (who am I kidding...I think it really is, but without the affairs/murders/cliff hangers) I could see a shot of me waking up each morning with the day of the week displayed below and the sound effect played each time.
This 39th week has been the LONGEST week to get through.
Almost like a prisoner waiting to get sprung from their sentence....watching the clock to strike midnight to take a one way bus ticket into a new life.
I've tried to keep busy in order to pass each day...doing some ridiculous things in the process. Hello reorganizing the linen closet and pantry! Throw in breaking down wooden pallets and using power tools to make a Pintrest wall mounted shoe rack and picking up free firewood from the roadside for the backyard neighbors firepit we crash most weekends.
Unless you have a specific high risk pregnancy and have strict orders to not do much if any lifting....when it's your 2nd plus pregnancy....you never seem to hear the doctor say to avoid any heavy lifting. Your 25 lbs. toddler isn't going to lift themselves in and out of the car/shopping cart/bath tub etc... You are now a veteran momma and have to just deal with it.
....and by deal with it...it might also include a bonus of your youngest figuring out out how to open doors. Which results in door knob covers to keep said little brother out of the bathrooms....including potty trained big sister :/ Not to mention, making her think little brother is "obviously" ready to potty train when he takes his diaper off when you're not looking.
Big changes a comin!
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