It’s the final counnnttttdooowwnnnnnn
The 9th month.
Almost done and dusted.
I’m impressing myself with the achievements that I’m inventing to make myself feel like I’m actually achieving something.
Finished Presto! (Now moving onto Netflix)
Managed to put my groceries away within 3 hours of getting home!
Folded clothing the same day it came out of the dryer!
Only woke up 2 times during the night!
Managed to put pants on today!
Didn’t cry at facebook sob story!
Didn’t lose my shit at the kids!
I think you get the idea.
I really love children and I cannot wait to have another one buttttt I also do not enjoy pregnancy. It isn’t for me. I’m not one of these glamorous earth mamas.
I’m okay with that.
Interestingly, this time around, I’m much more calm about the whole thing.
I didn’t do the gestational diabetes test.
I haven’t done the GBS swab.
No one has bothered me about either of them.
In other news, I got one of those new catch on fire phones Samsung have made, to go with my catch on fire Samsung washing machine.
how awesome is that!