I'm in my 40th week, and I still think puppies are cuter than babies. Also, "nesting" is a crock of BS, though I really keep hoping I'll feel inspired to pick, well, anything up off of the floor. Seriously, I look around the living room, and there are three tea towels, two an a half pairs of socks, and various receipts and junk mail. This does not bother me.
Don't get me wrong -- we are super-excited about this baby and are gracious/blessed/happy-as-clams to be having it. I'm just really hoping that I end up thinking he's cuter than a beagle puppy. Although, come on!! Look at this! One google image search, and I'm swooning.
Speaking of cute animals, here are some YouTube videos I like to watch when I'm feeling a bit down.
Anyway, David's gone off to play with some friends at the Castle. I am too waddly to keep up with the crew today, so I'm going to force myself to do some yoga and nest. Otherwise known as "clean." Ugh.
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