Yall…. I get to see my hubbs in ONE MORE DAY! Tonight will be the last night I sleep by myself… for awhile at least! (It is the Army after all)
I can barely contain myself today, but I’m still hanging out on the couch staying off my feet so the boy continues to stay put. Keep sending those prayers my way for Daughtry to be born next week so Sam and I can at least get the weekend together before our world turns upside down!
I thought I’d show you how many weeds I had to pull out of my yard last week. It was ridiculous. But at least my yard looks less like a hang out for gorillas and more like a hang out for actual people.
Roy of course supervised making sure I stayed hydrated and didn’t work too hard. But then he wanted a photoshoot where he asked the age old question, “Which is my best side?”
I also feel compelled to share a conversation that happened last night with my brother, Graham. You see, we are very close but also very, very strange when we get together. I’ve decided he should be called, “Gruncle” of which he has no say in. Here is the conversation that happened:
Me: ”Are you praying that I don’t go into labor early?”
Graham: “Yes. Well… however, it WOULD make a better story for you to go into labor and him meet you at the hospital JUST in time.”
Me: “No, that would be a horrible story. I’m ending your career as a writer.”