A perfectly beautiful morning on the farm…
A rather low-key weekend did nothing to make me feel less miserable. In fact, today I’m pretty sure my pelvis is going to snap in half. And Baby C may be clawing her way out…
Pregnancy is oh-so glamorous.
In all seriousness, Baby C and I have managed to make it through the last six days. Six days that I have been concerned about since I found out that Courtny would be going to Colorado for his company retreat. Nothing like tempting the fates and going to the mountains, two hours away from the nearest major airport (during a flood, no less), when your wife is 8.5 months pregnant.
BUT! We’ve almost made it. Just a few more hours and we’re home free (I’m jinxing myself as I type, aren’t I?).
I spent the past weekend in Crawfordsville, not only to make sure someone would be around if I should go into labor, but to help my mom with her Porch Sale.
Clearly our goal wasn’t to make money, but to have other people haul away junk that we were planning to haul away ourselves. Well, mom was. I’m just helpless at this point.
Other than that, I worked on my Christmas present project for my nieces and nephews (which I will hopefully someday write a blog about), and did a little Baby C prep. She now officially runs the house.
I keep trying to put Harley in the swing for a ride. So far, she’s not playing along.
Just a few more baby-less weekends for the Cotten household…
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