Doofus

I tried taking a belly picture of myself the other day. I thought by doing it in the bathroom it would save me the trouble of having to get out my tripod and find that little thingie that screws on the bottom of my camera. Instead I had to get out the cleaning supplies and scrub the toothpaste splatter from the mirror. I even thought about rearranging the very full shelf that’s located right next to the mirror. Since it would be appearing in the picture I didn’t want it taking the attention away from my enormous belly and all.

I got one picture of my belly (and one of Abby sitting on the potty since she asked so nicely) taken before the camera battery went dead. Since I was making a god awful face I will spare you the horror of seeing said picture. I’ll try again later but fear I will continue to look like a bloated doofus in all of the pictures.

My mom has finally arrived and spent the past day and a half cleaning. She’s going to escape back to her quiet little house every weekend, though. I think James was hoping she would stick around so he could get some projects done on the house.

I am still gestating quite nicely. I feel myself slipping back to the first trimester and am continually sleepy. The babies are growing at a very rapid pace right now which means I feel a lot of stretching. Stretching isn’t so pleasant. Another thing that isn’t so pleasant? Getting the toddler to go to bed. Might as well get them both done at the same time, eh?