I’m tired. I have heartburn. The baby has the hiccups. My feet don’t fit in shoes. My hair needs to be cut. My daughter is crawling on the floor and mewing like a kitty (only much louder and squeakier). And I have no idea what to do for dinner.
But on the other hand, at least I’m not expecting twins.
Baby Watch 09: 12 days to go. Went to the baby class at the hospital and was disappointed to find out that little folks are being banned from the hospital due to all the ickies out there. Which means Miss R will miss out on seeing her brother in the first day or two.