I feel like I have so much to say! First of all, yesterday was my birthday and it was very cold, but wonderful. I cooked dinner and had Paul's family over. I got lots of wonderful maternity clothes to (eventually) wear and I must say, maternity pants are THE BOMB. Why didn't I discover these before? Seriously if don't have a pair, you should get some. Boys too. They are perfect for those nights out at your favorite restaurant when you know as soon as you get to the car you are going to unbutton your pants. I could sleep in maternity pants. Even the jeans.
Next, I have been having horrible dreams. HORRIBLE. I won't even type what I dream about, but I will say that if I chose to do what I have been doing in my dreams, I would probably get life in prison. I thought pregnancy dreams were supposed to be about the baby. You know, "oops! I forgot the baby at Target!" or "Woops, honey. The baby hasn't been fed in 4 days!". I don't know why I am having these horrible dreams. I need to stop watching scary movies. It is rotting my brain.
Well, I thought I had TONS to say, but I guess not. There's that brain rot again. I am sure I will remember soon enough.