| 38 weeks. I had a pretty crappy week. |
| This weekend with P&D. Baby bowtie. It's pretty rad. |
| While we craft, the frenchies sleep. |
| 39 weeks. Baby dropped! |
It was a really rough week last week. I couldn't really walk and I was so emotional I cried for 6 hours straight at one point. Thanking my lucky stars for my friends and the baby. Friends that can relate, that can't, that even just listen. That hold my hand while I cry. Thank you David my acupuncturist for helping my baby move.Thank you for Dowton Abbey and the hilarity of Maggie Smith. Thanks even to my Stella for snuggling and being my constant companion.
I am also mourning Whitney passing. poor Whitney. For any of those who know me, you know I have a love for her music. Shit, that lady could sing. I especially love her dance mixes and The Preacher's Wife soundtrack. Also her late 90's amazingness. Even her Crack is Wack comment that I remember watching on tv...
Also, I have become quite emotional about birth and baby time. Realizing I am doing this alone starts to get scary all of a sudden. Realizing my life has no plan anymore and I am not really in control of it is also scary.
Anyway. A little snow here in Chicago, some crafting, reading, Jack baby holding, job interviewing, and even some hot showers.