So last night was the Super Bowl. We were headed to some friends of ours–one of whom happens to be a plastic surgeon. Not a bad friend to have, methinks, as I fear what will be left of my now tight nine month belly in about two weeks. This is my third pregnancy. We have two beautiful girls and are looking forward to meeting our third child, who according to the ultrasounds, is all boy.
Heading anywhere at 4:30 in the afternoon is not usually high on my list of fun things to do with the girls these days. They are five and a half and almost three years old. By 4:30 I am physically exhausted–from the extra weight I am carrying and spending most of everyday with my daughters–cleaning, cooking, chasing. Every day, I contemplate the lesser of two evils–having the two year old nap and go to … Read More