So, it's pretty official.
I am so uncomfortable.
Pukey, out of breath, feeling as if I can fall asleep at the drop of a hat. Name it and I have it.
Don't get me wrong, I'm still relishing every second of this pregnancy. But I'm just huffing and puffing as I'm relishing.
Star Wars Day. May the Fourth be with you.
Waking up to a certain little girl snuggling up in her dad's spot in our bed.
Little boys in overalls.