Day 737

Prenatal courses half finished. If Bertie could count, he would be counting down until Tuesdays are no longer the worst day of the week.

Day 736

Eight years ago today, I sent Husband a message. 

Excellent life choice, me from the past.

Day 735

One of those weekends where a huge amount of effort results in little visible result.

Day 734

If you find yourself thinking 'I know, we'll just build our own stairs/landing!', the answer is NO.

Day 733

The blueberry was kicking like crazy until I put the sleeping puppy on my belly. Now I just get dainty sloshes.

Day 732

That thing where you bring your phone charger to work with you, but leave your phone at home.

Day 731

I wonder if I will ever not feel compelled to tell Husband about every little thing that happens in my day...

Day 730

Husband and I celebrated two years of marriage by going to a prenatal class and baking delicious cookies. It turns out we're both very good at withstanding simulated contraction pain.

Day 729 (corrected date)

A few light lunges and squats before bed makes labour go awesome...right?

Day 727

We were working on having the laziest Sunday of all time, and then got distracted and prepped eight pounds of tomatoes for the freezer. And then returned to laziness.

Day 726 (belated)

One of the nice things about being pregnant at weddings is that no one cares if you suck at hair. 

Say 725

Made Ucchini pie and remembered to put down the controller before falling asleep. Friday success.

Keeping typos for sleepterity.

Day 724

We have now officially started experimenting with our baby. It can tell the difference between light and dark!

Day 723

Turns out birth videos are not anywhere near as alarming as videos of an Australian lady demonstrating on a dummy how to give yourself a perineal MAH-ssage.

Day 722

Today, Husbsnd successfully got sued, I learned how to do black magic in Excel, and the puppy was even more excited to see us than usual. 

Monday = Success!

Day 721

Gave the puppy a haircut. He has been rendered more adorable.

Day 720

Because when you cough so hard you wake up everyone in the house, including your unborn child.... That is the perfect day to harvest all your root vegetables and tamp down a cubic yard of dirt...or two.

Day 719

What will determine my sleep position - my angry lungs or my rapidly expanding belly?

Exciting questions for sick pregos.

Day 718

I AM WRITING ON THE INTERNET. 

ONE MUST ALWAYS WRITE ON THE INTERNET BEFORE SLEEPING.

SO THERE.

Day 717

Plague continues. Puppy is much less sympathetic.

Day 716 (belated)

Pregnancy gets extra fun when you throw in flu.

Day 715

Turns out if you give the puppy a ball and a mirror, you can play video games for hours.

Day 714

Accomplishing things feels so much more impressive when you're prego.

Day 713

Pregnancy zen is awesome. I hope I get to keep it.

Day 712

Sometimes you just have to stay home and vegetate while your dog goes totally bananas.

Day 711

Days with less Husband are days that suck more.

Day 710

I am growing either an acrobat or a ninja.

Day 709

Today was double plus ungood Monday. Even Bertie seemed out of sorts, and needed to do extra face-mauling to feel good about the world.

Day 708

We hosted dinner parties two nights in a row. I submit this as evidence that I am not actually a hermit.