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I can't stop myself from
baby talking to my dog. I see her and immediately launch into a ridiculous voice, where I am sure I would slap myself if I was on the outside looking in. I also create her voice and say out loud what I think she would say/think if she could speak human.
I want to freeze frame Sadie Bug trotting down the road like she is the biggest baddest dog on the block. (yeah, i'm loving me some Sadie this week)
I find it mildly concerning when I feel like I have already been pregnant for 40 weeks, when in fact it has only been 12 (ALMOST 13!).
I want to soak up all of these last moments as non-parents with my hubby. yeah, we can have a really good time together. And I can ask him to get me ridiculous things for Valentine's Day like a whole cookie cake for myself which cost more to ship than the cake itself. (which he did get, I checked our bank statements;-))
I decide to take the plunge and eat a lot of sugar this past weekend, including girls scout cookies, donuts, and lots of cinnamon toast crunch. Oh yeah, and a huge schooner of Mississippi Mudslide (shared with hubby of course). And then this Tuesday I will obviously have a cookie cake to eat as well.
It really hits me that our yearbook is due at the end of this month and I should be working on that right now, instead of blogging....or not.
I can't believe how lucky I am when I have a whole community that lifted me up in prayer and thoughts and kind words when I was going through everything last week with the baby. I truly believe all of those prayers helped heal me so I could continue on with a completely normal pregnancy! I am still receiving cards from members in our community. I love living in a small southern town.
I feel like I never, never, ever want to work out again, but I am going to do my new baby yoga dvd THIS WEEK. I promise.
I feel like a really good person when I let my students get away with stuff that really doesn't matter in the long run, but a lot of teachers have a conniption fit over. Sometimes teens need a break from all of the harassment.
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