I just realized why God made woman naturally flexible. So we can still wash our feet when we’re 8 months pregnant.
It’s a really crazy feeling when I’m reading Caleb a story and I lose my breath. Good grief! I’m sitting down barely moving for Pete’s sake!
And tomorrow I will finally vacuum the floor and clean Caleb’s bathroom. In terms of a cleaning schedule, the week flies by so quickly! In terms of growing a human… not so much.
I still haven’t decided if I’m totally insane or totally awesome for starting a business when I’m 8 months pregnant. I’m leaning towards insane since it’s sparked quite a few tears of angst. The good thing is that I have a husband who has learned, over the past 10 years, to coddle me quite well when I’m at my worst. Isn’t love grand?