I have no control over this nesting thing anymore. I give up. I have been cooking gigantic meals to freeze, because I think I will never go to the grocery store again. Lasagna, Enchiladas, Spinach Pie, Soup, Corn Bread. I need to stop.
I went to Costco the other day and considered buying things that I would never even think of eating. Giant box of cream puffs? We might need those. Huge platters of cheese? What if guests come over? Maybe an industrial sized case of pop, even though the mister and I don't drink the stuff.
I presume this little girl living inside of me is going to be quite smart, as she has sucked every last brain cell from my head.
It's been really hard to "take it easy" this week even with braxton hicks contractions that bring tears to my eyes. I am so excited to meet this little person, yet can't stop obsessing over having enough toilet paper, paper towels, swiffers, etc.
I am hoping that I mellow out just a wee bit....geting my roots touched up, and a Rachel Zoe episode should do just that.