This week, I have reached a new milestone. My maternity jeans are fitting like skin. Seriously. If they had a button fly or a zipper, I’d be laying on my back trying to get them closed. NBD, though, right? I’m supposed to be growing. And growing I will. Especially with all the Thanksgiving food that’s been passing my lips.
Mashed potatoes, turkey, cheesecake, oh my.
Did I ever mention that I made a promise to myself months ago to never step on a scale unless its at the doctor’s office? I’m still sticking to that.
I finally fell in love and made my first purchase towards the robot rumpus room. Methinks a trip to Ikea for a fantastic frame is in order. I’m afraid that now that I’ve given in to the urge to start buying things, I won’t be able to stop. I’ve got this, this, and this in my shopping cart and I’m trying to make myself get up and walk away from the computer without clicking “complete order”.
(print found here)
Oh, and Harry’s beard? Its growing.
Fast.
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