Last night, as I was lounging on the couch eating cookies and watching Glee (I have a really tough life y'all.) I mentioned to le husband that my belly felt weird.
He gave me a look of "Wow. You are incredibly dense."
"It may be that there's something growing in there. Don't cha think?"
Yeah, oops. My name is Jessica and I often forget that I am, indeed, nearly 16 weeks pregnant.
When I was pregnant with my first, I swear I spent the entire nine months obsessing over every single little symptom and what if. And here I am now, a hop, skip and jump away from half way through my fourth pregnancy, and I have to remind myself that lifting that 46 pound box might not be such a great idea.
Also, today marks the first day of Lent and I have chosen to refrain from swearing for 40 days. Wish me luck.
Happy Wednesday..I'm waiting on the pest control man. What are y'all up to today?