- 7 more weeks to go (potentially more, hopefully less).
- heartburn from just smelling spicy foods (that I want to eat...but have had a little self control)
- i want sushi. the RAW kind- sashimi.
- i want a bottle of red, red, wiiiine (insert completely off-pitch, squeaky singing voice here) all to myself.
- if wine is not available, i'll take a beer please.
- we must assemble the crib and start organizing the nursery (it will help me sleep better...hahaha (insert evil laugh here))
- my tummy is huge, LIKE, I didn't think it would get THIS big huge. (and i have 7 more weeks of growing to do!)
- i have forgotten what sleeping longer than an hour and half feels like.
- my tanks and tees are now Homer Simpson status (even the ones i just bought!)
Macrae is too tired to think of a quirky name.