It’s happened. The crazy has caught up. I still have two months to go, so this can’t go on until delivery, but this week I’ve been a straight up hot mess. When Owen poured out a cup of bath water onto the floor I cried. I CRIED! Then I had an ice cream cone and watched New Girl and felt a little better. I see your crazy, hormones, and I raise you some chocolate ice cream.
I also went back and read some of my blog from when I was pregnant with Owen. In one picture, I am 37 weeks pregnant, but imagine my surprise when I realize I’m wearing the same tank top that barely fits at 32 weeks. So, I guess it’s legit that people are asking if I’m due any day, because I look five weeks advanced from what I was with Owen. However, Maisy is low. Low, low, low, low, low, low, low. (Boots with the fur) I’m going to have to crack and get a support band because my pelvic floor is like “Not cool!”