193 pounds (I blame last night’s dinner) and 14 days until my due date.
I woke up at 7:20 after having ignored my alarm for 20 minutes. I hadn’t slept that well and it appeared the dog didn’t either, since I had to physically remove her from the bed in order to make it.
It was a typical yet pleasant day in Danville. The kind of day, which always leaves me thinking about selling our loft the city, in exchange, for a home in the burbs. However, those thoughts always seem to come to a screeching halt when I start to consider the 3-hour daily commute that would involve.
In other news: Friends from San Diego are coming to visit this weekend. I am excited to see them and spend time with their two boys.