Tomorrow we go to look at Chamberoni Roo's potential new school. We have been shopping around and I think I found the one. She has been talking about going to school for.ev.er. Tonight, when I was putting her to bed, I told her that we would be going to look at school when she woke up. She squealed, "Because now I am old enough?!!!" Yes, baby girl. You are old enough. She'll be going three days a week for half of a day. I'm so excited about her making new friends and venturing out on her own. I'm going to cry.
This weekend we packed up and went to the Endless Yard Sale in the Chattanooga area. Dude. Everyone should go [at least] once. It's browsing and haggling and hauling and corn dogs and people watching and kind of the best time. I'm airing out and refinishing some things and hopefully I'll remember to show you what my loot was this year. I think I spent a record low and came home with a record high. I'm getting better at this.
What I'm not getting better at? Going to sleep on time. Magic School Bus decorations. Baby naming. Holding Jacob like he's not a newborn. Relaxing. Although. My doctor did prescribe me a warm bath every. night. Say whaaa? I can handle that. Oh. Speaking of that. I have decided that I do, after all, love baths. What I needed was a tub that was separate from a shower. Gross. Having a 7 foot humongous tub filled with bubbles and candles and lavender [and no dirt from your former day(s)]. Well. Who wouldn't love that. And the whole:: kids are screaming and hungry and "i'm sorry babe, i need a bath. doctor's orders." doesn't hurt. I KID. that hasn't happened. yet. Another reason I love this house.
This is a big week.
Our youngest dog has his 8th birthday on Tuesday, and our oldest goose turns 3 on Thursday.
I start my 8th month of pregnancy today and we are down to 63 days before he//she comes. It's kind of surreal. I tried to get a video of this little bird wiggling and dancing in my tummy, because he//she is going all banana cray cray in there right now... but the video just wasn't very becoming. You know, TMI and all that.
31 weeks
At this point I'm going to the doctor every two weeks. What is that? Is it necessary? No. They just tell me how much weight I've gained and send me on my way. What a cruel joke.
OhMyGosh listen. This lady working a booth at the Endless Yard Sale
More on that later. Maybe. I gotta go to sleep. Big day tomorrow.
Until Next Time,
The Guff
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