...My birthday is coming up and I just don't really care that much about it. It's just another birthday. Granted, I admit that if my husband forgot or something? I'd be devastated. But birthdays just don't seem to be a huge deal to me anymore. Sure, it's fun to feel special and all--but, meh. I feel like once you become a mom it's more about your kids birthdays and big events than your own, anyway. Honestly? I just want to go shopping with my mom for maternity clothes (boring and lame, I know) for Spring/Summer, and maybe get some cute shoes and sandals or something.
...I'm sporting kiddie pigtail braids today because it's been an ungodly amount of days since I've last showered and properly done my hair. It's gross, really, but it takes way too much time do my hair right, and half-done hair on me is just....horrid.
...I fed my kid a flour tortilla with peanut butter spread over it last night for dinner because she wouldn't eat ANYTHING else yet was crying/whining about how hungry she was. Sometimes I just don't get toddlers, at all. But whatever. It was something, right. Protein? Carbs? Oh well.
...We've had swim class canceled the last two weeks and I swear my sanity depends on that little weekly shindig. So, maybe swim class is more for me than her? Or it just benefits us both. Yea. That.
...I have been about 19208102981x more calm and relaxed since taking my house off the market and I think house selling is not for the faint of heart. But, we're here for a year or more now, whatever it may be, and I'm fine with it. Totally fine.
...I have absolutely zero desire to work on potty training with Emeline until after we return from Disney. There is no way I want to spend my time in Disney running her to the potty and changing pee-clothes when I'd rather us just be enjoying the time there. I'm not interested in the mom-competition there seems to be about who gets their kid potty trained first, either. My kid isn't ready, she runs when I mention the potty, so I don't really wanna start until she's more interested. We've regressed a little in that area, but I'm not worried. It'll happen.
...I feel huge. And gross. I hate that, I want to feel cute, but I don't. I have popped in a major way this week, seriously. Everyone at my Community Group for church last night was all, "WHOA!" about it. I torture myself and look back at my skinniest photos and already cannot wait to get back on weight watchers. Roughly 25 weeks, people. And I already have a 5K in mind that I'm doing as a goal post baby.
...I need nesting to kick in. My closets, drawers and cabinets could use purging/reorganizing, but I'll just wait until I get hit with that bug to do it. It's easier that way. Built in motivation. What? You know it's true.
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