Fingers like sausages and feet like concrete slabs.
The joys of the third trimester of pregnancy. I started to puff up a bit over the weekend - noticed I couldn't quite get my wedding ring off sometimes, and my feet were bugging me a bit more than normal, and today, it's pretty bad again. I try to drink more water - but to no avail. All that seems to do it send me to the bathroom twice as often. But otherwise, all is peachy.
I'll quit complaining now. :)
Josie is sleeping. Pat is at softball. I'm enjoying some quiet time when I probably should be doing laundry or dishes or... something productive. But then I remembered that in the not-so-faraway-future I'm not going to have a whole lot of quiet time again for a while. So here I sit, content in my selfishness.
I got Josie fed, and bathed, and in bed tonight between doses of her new favorite pastime... the chicken dance. That's right - a big, fat, sarcastic thank you to one of Patrick's old co-workers who gave him a lovely dancing turkey that plays the chicken dance and wears an apron that says "eat more chicken" last year for a gag gift. She loves the stupid thing, wants us to push the button all the time, and of course, we have to stop what we're doing and do the chicken dance.
Oh - the things we do for a laugh. I can only imagine what the neighbors must think if they can see us. Yet, I don't quite have the heart to hide it. She'd be crushed.
Holy crap. I'm watching the American Idol finale - and some sorry sap is up there freaking out and singing with Clay Aiken. They just had to bring him a stool so he could sit down. Wait - is that Clay, or kd lange? I can't quite tell. Oh yeah, it's Clay. :) Nice hair.
Gotta go. Battery is almost dead on ye ole laptop, and I don't feel like plugging it in.
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HAH! ROTFLMAO, you have to read my blog entry about AI. The Clay Aiken thing was definitely the highlight. :)
When I sing and dance I think the same - what the neighbors must think. I just tell myself that they are jealous because I am such I good mom that I put all my reservations aside for the happiness of my children. I love being silly with my girls and I would change a thing. Keep up the good work, Josie and your girls will look back fondly on it. Okay so they may just look back and shake their heads but it will be a memory. :)
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