Pictures can’t really do the torpedo belly justice. It’s just so much pointy-er in real life. But you get the idea.
I’m tired, friends.
I hit a wall this week. An end of pregnancy wall I had forgotten was coming. (It blows my mind how we can forget exactly what this feels like.) (I suppose we have to or we may be less likely to do it more than once, huh?)
My belly has droooped waaaay down and I have this sense of urgency, to get things done, all the nesting things. But my energy level is completely not allowing the nesting things to be done and Ryan is out of town for work and I’m tired.
Just call me whine-y whinerton.
My family and friends are convinced I’m going early this time. I don’t know. We can’t know these things. I know I look different, but I attribute that to my stretched out self (Asher was 10 lbs 10 ounces and my muscle wall is…um…wide open. heh.)
Yesterday my Dad mowed our lawn and my mom brought over lasagna. It’s funny how you can feel THIS grateful for people helping you. I do. I don’t know what I would do without help and I’m finally ready to not think I’m weak if I accept it or even ask for it. We all need help.
The boys love Nanny and Bapa.
You can see why…
They got to “help” with the yard work.
My parents, our boys, our nephews and Ryan and I also went to Lego Kidsfest this past weekend. I have some great photos from our time there. That place was pretty mind-blowing in all its Lego glory. The kids were in a very happy place and I loved watching them.
It was my 36th birthday. 36 brings me closer to 40 than 30 of course and I couldn’t figure out if I cared or not. I don’t think I do. Life keeps getting better while I watch my children grow, so I don’t think there’s any reason to hate aging too much. My wrinkles are art anyway…mostly.
And these people are too….totally,