The third trimester has hit me like a frying pan to the face. Just a short post for now. This has been a trying week. I think I gained two pounds most days. It feels like every morning it is more and more difficult to haul my bulk out of bed. We may need to rent a forklift.
V came down with a bladder infection, a chest cold, and pink eye this week. I keep telling her not to share her friends’ eyeliner or mascara at day care, but do they ever listen? Odie and I caught the cold on Monday. We’ve been keeping ourselves awake coughing. It sounds like a TB ward in our bedroom.
I’m looking forward to some Saturday morning coffee and blogging. Happy Friday to you all. I sure do miss a Friday night cocktail, so if you’re drinking, raise a glass for me.
I had to make do with some happy hour keylime pie.