And counting, and counting, and counting…
I know, I know, she needs to stay in as long as possible but I’m just so eager to meet her! I can’t believe she’s in there with all the right limbs (fully functioning, believe me and my bruised organs), with her eyes blinking and everything. What is she doing in there anyway? Reading? Meditating? Hatching an escape plan?
And, truth be told, I’m not exactly ready for her arrival anyway. I should probably do some laundry, change our sheets, unpack the baby clothes…. You know, the little things.
I think I’ll just change the subject because it’s really all I can think about at this point. I still have some pictures to post from recent thrifting scores, perhaps I can do that later today. After I’m done lying on the couch eating ice cream packing up some shop purchases.
In the meantime, for some dramatic storytelling about how and when our dog was once kidnapped, head on over here. Sometimes I call her Spikesy just to remind her of how good she has it now.Tweet