I've reached the stage where getting my enormous body into the shower before 1 p.m. is a huge feat
where I am completely and totally ready to go to sleep by 7 p.m.
where the cankles are so offensive I wear socks all the time -- and I hate socks
where I am completely content laying on the couch for most of the day
where I get up every hour every night to rush to the bathroom
where I have terrible pregnancy night terrors (does anyone else get these? Who knew babies did such wacky things to your dreams!)
where I eat anything and everything within reach -- especially if it's loaded with salt
where I cry on a consistent basis for absolutely no reason at all
where I want to hold Lola every spare second I get (or, more accurately, every second she lets me)
where nothing fits and I wish it were socially acceptable to walk around naked
Can't believe we're so close.