On Monday I wore this* and that day I had a construction jobsite meeting... you know the type where you hurdle concrete blocks and 2x4s, climb on dangerous stairs, and rub elbows with some of the work force's finest. A worker saw me and said, "Oh my gosh! You look like you are about to explode! Is it twins!?"
To which I replied, "No, actually its quadruplets, don't I look great!?"
Grrrrr... don't mess with the pregnant woman.
Speaking of which.
For the past few months I have set the thermostat to 76 degrees before bed. This is nice and comfortable to me. Chance thought the power bill was too high last month so unbeknownst to me when he comes to bed (later than me) he has been tapping it up to 77 degrees. He thought I wouldn't notice. At 3:00 this morning we had a very serious conversation about him not touching the thermostat anymore... or else. I had been suspecting foul play for the last few nights and finally solved the mystery early this morning.
My creativity is being sucked up by the design work I'm working fervently to wrap up in the next week or so, and as a result the blog might take a hit, I apologize in advance, please bear with me. I'm hoping that working my booty off equates to going into labor naturally (and sooner, rather than later).
*- the shirt is Gap maternity, the skirt is Old Navy