18 days until my due date. 18 days.
Pregnancy, for me, has been relatively easy. I've said it time and time again, and I say it now to remind myself just how blessed I am. It would be easy to forget at this point.
I'm tired. I'm swollen. I have a healthy, squirmy, 7-ish pound boy killing time and getting fatter as we creep toward the finish line.
My brain is mush. My sleep schedule is jacked up. Work is exhausting.
This post was supposed to be about how much fun I had at the wedding this weekend. Congrats to Mr. and Mrs. Brown. We ate; we laughed; we were inappropriate. I realized that I no longer consider this group of people to be Cameron's friends. They are our friends.
And my corned beef sandwich at Fado was out of this world.
And the Rodemoyers are excellent hosts.
Did I mention that brain-mush phenomenon?