Confession #1 - By Thursday morning I was already willing myself up out of bed by the promise of a LONG Saturday afternoon nap. Seriously?! How sad is that? Even sadder, looking back, that my sweet child decided Saturday was decidedly NOT the day to take a nap {or any day that is part of the weekend apparently}.
Confession #2 - I grew up with a mother who REFUSED {yeah seriously in all caps} to leave the house without her hair perfectly fixed and make-up applied. No surprise living in the south, but somehow that "need" missed me, especially after having kids. My kid, nor my husband, love me any more or less with make-up and fixed hair, so my weekends are typically deemed "make-up" free. And honestly, sometimes even shower free. So much for a proper Southern Belle.
Confession #3 - After a lovely chat with a fellow preggo this week, I was starkly reminded how much I absolutely loathe being pregnant. My friend on the other hand loves it. To each is own I suppose, but seriously, the weird junk that happens and the general discomfort sucks. It's a necessary means to a v. happy end, but still the process sucks. {The same goes for working out in my book.}
Confession #4 - The one good thing about being "with child" {yeah that phrase bugs me too} is that I have a free excuse to wear leggings any day I want. And I plan on taking advantage of that benefits as much as humanly possible!
Confession #5 - I had several other funny things to share from the past week, but it seems I've forgotten {probably as a result of daydreaming about my Saturday afternoon nap} so maybe next week I'll do better!
Until then!
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