allll wet!

brrr brr brr brr! it's FREEZING! AWAAAHHH, i hope it doesnt snow! please don't snow! it's been dripping rain all morning and poor dash has just been outside this whole time because he will eat everything in the garage if i put him in there to be dry. poor fellow./ maybe i'll just stick him in his kennel. but that's so sad!

today i am running around like a chicken with her head cut off- wake up, take b to work, run home, print off a ton of papers for WIC, dress, meet with wic, run off to pick b up from work at 10, drop him off at school, run home, run to the grocery store, make dinner, run back to pick up b, come home. wahlah!

for most people this is a normal day, for me it is going to be exhausting! if i dont get a nap nowadays i seriously melt into a disgusting pile of whine! i sound like a baby child that desperately needs to take a sleep but wont because they are too tired!

it's true.
ask b.

no stretch marks on the tummy yet, but serious itching.
what does that mean? am i honestly going to get bigger? WHERE?!
how?!

why?!?

grace should gain an ounce a day for the rest of this process.
i think... it might be per week...
i may have read that wrong.

she kicks constantly and ESPECIALLY when she hears one of these three people (which i think is interesting)
1. brandon
2. my mom
3. brandon's mom.


isn't that strange?

she doesn't usually kick a TON when i'm talking to her, (so when she does i get oober excited and drooly and talk forever)

but i think it's sweet that she kicks when those people are talking.

even when i'm just ichatting with my mom she does.
it's cool.

i'm glad it's raining a little because the strawberries needed some water i think.

on saturday b and kirby built a chicken fence... so the chicks no longer have the free range of the entire back yard- they were pretty upset about it- but not nearly as upset as when i grabbed them and tossed them over the almost 8 foot chicken wire fence into their new home.

that was apparently unforgivable.

even though they all flew safely down.

stinkers.

they are going to be bored out of their minds over there. i hope they dont start trying to get on top of the coop/ in the trees because then they will just dissapear forever and i'll miss them terribly. i already miss them walking aorund the whole back yard- it seems really boring without them playing on the playset and pooping on everything.

i keep packing and unpacking my suitcase and right now im in hospital limbo because i cant remember what i've unpacked and what i've repacked and what i need to pack again.

my mom says to just hand brandon a list and let him pack it when i'm ready to go- and i had to laugh because b can't find anything by himself. he really cannot. last night he asked me where the astringent was when it was right in front of his face.
literally.
but he didn't even use the word astringent: he said "where is that face thingy"
and i knew what he was talking about.

so for me to make a list that says
-one change of comfy maternity clothes

i dont even know what kind of mental breakdown that may create in his mind.

dont get me wrong, the man is a genius- really, truly very intelligent, and deep, and can get things done on his own- but when it comes to my stuff, or really anything around the house that is put away- he is totally and utterly lost.

dash is crying and i hate that sound.
so im gonna let him in even though he'll probably get me all wet

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