Lately my days have consisted of: organizing and cleaning out baby's room, giving away tons of junk we have around this house, trying to eat more meat {since apparently I'm now anemic}, buying more baby items than I thought was humanly possible, feeling my baby kick, insomnia, feeling hot and exhausted and watching this machine break the record of gold medals at the Olympics.
He absolutely amazes me and makes me believe that anything is possible.
Is summer almost over?!? I can't even tell you how sick I am of feeling uncomfortable. I long to wrap up in a big sweater and sip hot tea.