Today was a little less fuzzy around my edges. I’m not saying I’m fully operational, but I did a lot more of the “normal” stuff today. I cleaned the kitchen, loaded the dishwasher, and played referee over toy squabbles. I know it sounds small, but it feels rather like a large TA-DA given my condition this time last week.
Of course, it wouldn’t take much to improve on being dragged to and from the bathroom every hour.
The boys finally made it to their dentist appointment this morning, so the girls and I had some time to play together. We headed upstairs to the dress-up box. I wasn’t allowed to just sit by and watch, thus I squeezed myself and a baby bump into one of the princess skirts.
Prince Charming would have run screaming, but my girls appreciated the effort.
My ladies-in-waiting looked much better than I did.
Mira had a tu-tu on underneath her dress, but she wandered off before I could get her picture. I tried and tried to get a better shot of the baby bump squeezed into those yellow ruffles, but I wasn’t successful. Instead, I found this blurry headless shot that Ellen took the night before.
Here’s Baby Seven at 22 weeks.
We’ve, um, grown a bit since the last picture. Yay for Seven, not-so-much yay for my thighs. Here’s hoping that 18 more weeks of playing princess and loading the dishwasher will keep me in tip-top shape.
A girl can dream…