Happy Friday, everyone!!
This week, I did lots of stuff.
I made food.
I ate food.
My baby belly got huger.
I made chili dogs for lunch. Like, a lot. It doesn’t make my heartburn very happy, but I just can’t quit them.
I’ve been training for Mother’s Day. And by training, I mean practicing taking naps and giving orders. My son asked me what I wanted for Mother’s Day and I gave him two suggestions: #1 He could be a human footstool for the entire day OR #2 He could give me a signed contract stating that he will never move out, get married, or grow a beard.