195 pounds and 8 days until my due date.
I woke up at 7:25am when I received a phone call from my Dad. He had been listening to the news on the radio and felt he needed to warn me that my iPhone may get hacked. I thanked him for the information, told him I loved him and hung up the phone. Honestly, I wasn’t thrilled that he woke me up as I desperately needed more sleep. As I drifted back into a dream state, I couldn’t help but ponder the irony. He seems to have no problem continually forwarding me junk email but finds the possibility of my iPhone being hacked a matter of urgency.
About an hour later, I was once again attacked by the animals. I fed them and came to the realization that I was feeling ill (head cold perhaps?) and cranky. I crawled back in bed where I spent the day watching “P.S. I love you” (total tearjerker), reading more baby books and napping.