lately ive been on a nesting rampage.
a legit rampage. i dont think there’s a single piece of laundry in the house or any corner left unorganized. . . but waiting isnt my strong suit. and being out-of-control of things really isnt my strong suit.
and waiting for something i cant control (coughlaborcough) is pure torture.
my adorable hospital bag is packed. this weekend i received the last little piece of “must take to hospital” goodness for my birthday (thanks mom & dad!). i wont bore you with the innards of my bag- just know its filled with adorable blankets, hats, perhaps a few headbands, and my going home outfit.
we had one awesome weekend. not only did they truck in snow to lex’s school on friday, but it happened to be my birthday saturday. which we celebrated heavily with baked goods, tank tops, and farmers markets.
i’m not sure what she loved more. cupcakes or snow.
this week in an attempt to stay busy i had my first drybar experience. i dont have pictures, because #pregnancyfatface BUT i will tell you it was heaven. having someone else wash and dry my hair? sign me up daily. i think mike audibly gasped when he walked through the door and my hair wasn’t in a messy bun.
and now, now i’m off to nurse a sick toddler back to health. AGAIN. because this flu-season takes no mercy on toddlers. i hope she ditches the feverish pout so i can have my smiley tot back.