The past two weeks feel as though they have been the busiest, craziest, and longest two weeks EVER!
Apparently, in my family, being pregnant gives you an automatic “Get Out of Wedding Duties Free” card. Unfortunately, for my Hubby, he had to take up the slack.
My mom made him her personal assistant, to be called upon for all heavy-duty decorating/setting up jobs. Thankfully, my husband and mother have a great relationship . . . which means he doesn’t mind being ordered around and not thanked for a couple of days. (although, he doesn’t appreciate it when I try it! Hmmmm — I need to learn what my mom’s secret is.)
The Little Lady was one of the flower girls and, in my humble opinion, was freaking A.D.O.R.A.B.L.E!!!!
The poor thing was exhausted though; we barely got her to walk down the aisle and she crashed the minute it was all over.
Not that I blame her. If only I could have convinced someone to hold my big ol’ pregnant self while I napped . . .
Oh, yeah, speaking of being pregnant — the cankles and heartburn. So, I’ve entered a new phase in this pregnancy. Feet swelling . . . ankles puffy . . . heartburn that lasts for HOURS. Ugh and ugh again, I say.
The good news is that I have less than 100 days left . . . and only 3 days until the 3rd trimester starts. The bad news . . . this is the part of the journey where everything gets worse.
Yay for me!
On a side note — is anyone else slightly creeped out by the floating baby in my little count-down widget? Is it just me? Yeah? Ok.