Or less...

89 Days? What is going on here? Time is playing a cruel trick on me. We've got 89 days. 89 days left to be a family of 3. 89 days to finish my to-do list. 89 days to pick a name for our baby boy. 89 days to get his nursery ready. 89 days to have Chamblee all to myself. 89 days. Wow. That doesn't seem so far off. Christmas is in 33 days. Thirty Three. Let's all give a big jaw drop to that one. I gotta start buying making stuff. I'm just too big. Too tired. Too pregnant. Too busy. And so on and so forth. 


While I procrastinate, I'll continue to enjoy some of my current favorite things:

Heating pad. If you're pregnant and you don't have one, get one. 

Homemade sugar scrub from my friend, Joon. 

Can't stop using it. 

Oreos and milk. 

Every day. 

Lotion from Bath & Body Works. 

My SIL brought it home to me Saturday and it's probably almost empty. 

Not really, but kind of. 

It smells. so. good. 

I love tea. 

This is the best tea I've ever had. 

At least one a day. 

That's what I'm crushing on this week. I'm also crushing on the new sweater I bought a couple of weeks ago to wear to Thanksgiving dinner. And now it's gonna be like 70 degrees. T-shirt it is. 

Until Next Time, 

The Guff