I’m 29 weeks pregnant – eleven weeks to go. That’s 77 days folks, and that is a short short amount of time.
We spent the weekend shopping for the finishing touches to her nursery. K even handled a giant consignment sale – Weecycle – like a champ. I think he even enjoyed it (shhh, don’t tell). We made a massive Ikea trip, stopped by Homegoods, and spent entirely too much time at Target. I washed clothes and itsy-bitsy socks, and oh holy hell… I am a complete goober.
I’ve been craving broccoli. I ate it last night, this morning for my mid-day snack, and I’m ready for another serving. I have no idea where this is coming from – I don’t particularly like broccoli. I’m also craving protein. Clearly, major leaps and bounds in baby growth going on. I plan on indulging my broccoli desires as much as possible in an effort to transition to another vegetable. The six year old in me doesn’t want to eat broccoli.