I was going to go to the gym this fall.
I was going to enroll Z in Pre K. (Now I'm worrying he is too young, I've heard many a kindergarten teacher talk about the difference between fall/spring babies and summer babies!)
I was going to clean out and rearrange Michael and Zachary's room.
I was going to hang shelves in there.
I was going to keep up with the motivated moms list and have a cleaner house.
I was going on vacation with my mom this summer.
I was going to plant a garden and can vegetables.
I was going to focus on frugality and saving money.
I'm pregnant, and I can't seem to get out of my own way.
My husband reminded me, per my request, that I NEVER was able to cook supper when I was pregnant with Zachary, not without throwing up anyway.
He's going to a firemen's supper tonight.
We are going through the drive thru.
Am I depressed?
I think part of me is trying awfully hard to be.
But... I can actually feel the baby move. Oh, well, I have to lay almost totally on my stomach and it probably squishes the poor little
Then I remember how terrifying labor is. It took 4 times for me to remember enough that I now know at three months along it is TERRIFYING. Selective memory.
Then I see pictures like this:
He's the newest member on my side of the family.
And get a birth announcement with a sweet picture from Bill's side of the family.
So I read the talk found here:
(my linking skills are off!)
that was recommended by a couple of people. It was really good.
And that leaves me at thinking, "Hey, only 187 more days! I can do this!"
Now I'm going to lay down, before I change my mind again!