Now I feel bad for making fun of my Mom's dress. Here I was talking bad about her and there she was talking good about me on her blog. I would like to say it will never happen again but I know that would be a lie. She's just so much fun to tease that I can't resist.
Another apology on a different subject. Miss Sticky Fingers (I'm going to assume that it was a woman), I'm sorry that your lack of creativity gave you the impulse to steal my mini album. Enjoy it. I know I enjoyed the hours I spent putting it all together. Talk about giving the term "scraplifting" a whole new meaning.
I would post more but I'm tired and want to get a somewhat early start on the tossing and turning that I'm enjoying oh so much. Yes I'm bitchy right now. I'm tired. I can't hardly walk. I can't sit. I can't get up from sitting. I can't bend over. I can't do ANYTHING without a sharp pain shooting through my back and hip. Love it. Add in those contractions and I'm livin' the good life. Is it May yet?
Okay, now I feel bad for complaining. I know I shouldn't complain because I'm going through all of this for a very good reason. I know that it's totally worth it all. I know that the second baby Davis is here I'll forget about every ounce of pain. I know that there are tons of women out there that would give anything to be in my position but can't. Note to self: it's all worth it.