Good morning, my friends.
I actually just finished eating a bowl of grapes and bananas. It was SO GOOD. I have a love affair with red grapes, they can’t be the least bit soft, I want them crunchy and not too sweet. Right now, they are perfect, I love them.
I’m 37 weeks pregnant. The baby will be born during my 38th week.
My body is tired. I’m crampy and pretty much grouchy 55% of the time.
I’m still attending physical therapy.
I still can’t pick Eli up.
Next week Eli turns 18 months old.
He’s giant and fun and really feisty and a super good helper. He’s extra cute and sometimes just likes to snuggle with Mama but mostly likes to play cars and do laundry.
In a few minutes, I’m leaving for a pedicure and a necessary *ahem* waxing on a region that I haven’t seen in a very, very, very long time.
The baby’s room is so close to being finished that some people would consider it finished but I do not.
I’m still scared out of my mind that something bad is going to happen to this pregnancy.
I’m not scared to have four kids.
I am scared to see how Eli reacts to this new baby taking up his attention.
But right now? I’m mostly scared about the upcoming waxing.
Happy Friday, friends.