I’m around, I promise you. I’m still sick and still tired but wonderfully pregnant and so excited I can’t see straight.
Noah refers to the baby as “our baby” and it makes my heart melt every single time he says it. Which is often.
I am feeling better, however, which is wonderful. I had an appointment on Monday and it was fun and exhilarating and scary, too. I promise to write about it soon, but right now, I need to nap, which will be difficult considering the Rockband drums playing five feet away from my head.
And by the way, here is my real 12 week photo, as opposed to THE FAKE ONES. I made myself extra glowy with the editing so you wouldn’t confuse me with a man with a beer belly. Not that there is anything wrong with a man with a beer belly, it’s just I try to avoid looking like one.