As I sit on my couch mindlessly crunching on peanut butter and graham crackers, and brushing the inevitable crumbs of my enormous belly full of baby...
...I'm wondering what I might possibly do to distract myself from the fact that I can barely MOVE for the next two weeks.
Yes. We're there. Baby VO #3 is due in exactly two weeks.
I'll freely admit that my communicative and creative juices are all but shot at this point, thus necessitating this announcement: I'm not dead. I'm still alive. I'm just very, very whiny and tired, and when I'm whiny and tired I tend to be a hermit.
I'll update bi-weekly. For those of you who have two normal, sane, real-time weeks ahead of you, enjoy the speed at which they pass. As for the VO household, we're in pre-labor time flux, in which life moves at an excruciatingly slow pace. It's worse than waiting for Christmas when you're four, I tell you! ;OP