Every night I catch a glimpse of myself in the bathroom mirror and I look at my expanding waistline. What is left to resemble a waistline anyways and I say "holy shi..cow".
(Not to mention that every night while in the bathroom, I am reminded how we need to replace the huge, unforgiving mirror)
As I was closing the refrigerator door the other day, yes I was looking for something sweet, I caught a glimpse of our ultrasound. I stopped, looked again at that sweet baby's head and said, "Holy shi..cow".
(It really is a sweet little baby photo)
At dinner, just about every night, Eden throws food, cups and stands up in her highchair and I say, you guessed it, "Holy Shi...cow".
(Isn't toddler hood fun?)
Today I am looking at Amazon, thinking of all the new baby stuff and other baby stuff that we will need.
(Another crib, more bedding, mattresses, diapers, high chair that isn't broken, double stroller, a new glider. So. much. stuff. to. buy. OMG.)
My only thought, "Holy Shi...cow, we really are having a third baby". My belly is getting bigger, I have to buy more stuff and OMG I have a busy toddler on top of it.