See that ticker? Huh? Huh? See it? See it? It says “20 weeks along”. Only 20 more weeks to go, Lord willing, and I’ll have that little chunk in my arms. O.k…again, who am I kidding…22 weeks to go.
After suffering with the varicose veins in previous pregnancies and now that my legs are soooooo much better since the surgery, I do not pay attention to the regular aches and pains…yet. Other than the skirts and shirts getting just a little snug, there isn’t much to remind me. Baby is quiet, not a kicker, unlike previous little ones.
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Today has already started out to be one of those days. So many things are not going as I would have them go. And to add icing to the cake I just sat down to hit publish(as I write my posts late the night before now) and I heard my only pearl necklace break in Elijah’s hands and scatter across the dining room floor. My fault. I saw he had it, it just never registered in my head to DO something.
Coffee’s brewing and my vacuum cleaner is giving me *the eye* making me feel guilty.
Ps 18:35 “You have given me the shield of your salvation, and your right hand supported me, and your gentleness made me great.”
2 comments:
ha ha! I know exactly what you mean about "my vacuum cleaner is giving me *the eye* making me feel guilty" :-P
I had a morning that started our great and then seemed to slip away. Oh well. As far as getting the eye from a cleaning product I have starting nesting. It isn't easy with the belly I have but I now have 2 spotless bathrooms:)
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