My friend is here and my body inconviently called for a sleepy weekend. Bad timing. Luckily she and Andrew hit it off well (she brought a present of a little wooden bowling kit) and I comfort myself with the entertaining value of my family when I am a sleepy, groggy mess.
We worked on our own projects and I spit out several scrapbook pages that I feel extremely mediocre about. But I feel comfy and snuggly in sweatshirts, warm drinks and good friends.
I wish I had more patience with myself when I am not feeling my best.
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I miss you. I'd take you sleepy, slobby, grumpy, grouchy, messy, moody, any old way.
Ugh...I know how you feel. So much is happening to your pregnant body, and it's exhausting! I found it especially hard during my 2nd pregnancy when I wanted to have more energy for Atticus that I just didn't have. Hang in there!
Second "3 Peas" blog night with my mom:
Mom says, "Dang, she's talented."
I miss your Mom, firefly.
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