I had a birthday. I'm 29. I feel good about it. We'll see if I say the same thing next year.
I was showered with love, gifts, cards and flowers, and Hazel even made me some yummy birthday dessert. And later, Johnny and I doubled with the Gardners for a birthday dinner at Graze. It was delicious and fun.
I'm very spoiled.
And I'm not a big fan of taking belly pics, but Johnny snapped a couple the other day with his phone to capture my massive 36 week belly bump. I'm definitely feeling more ready this time around to have this babe, and just praying that I don't go past my due date again. But I'm very grateful for a healthy pregnancy. Seriously cannot wait to meet our little man. Crazy!
And funny Hazel moment:
Hazel has obviously observed that I'm pretty terrible at bending over lately, for obvious reasons. The other day however, I must've bent over with ease, because Hazel immediately cheered and said, "Yay, you can bend again!"
(And she can't wait to pinch baby brother's nose, make him laugh, and push him in the stroller. She is also certain that his name is going to be Whistle. Don't know where she drummed that one up, but it's pretty dang cute.)
