Freckle Eye Fancy

For the longest time, people have been asking me "how many days??" and I could never actually answer them because I've only been counting down in weeks. Then we hit Sunday, the ten day mark, and I still can't easily keep track of how many days are left. All I know is that as of tomorrow, we have one week left, and it's honestly the craziest thing. You hear a lot of different things from people who have been pregnant: how they were super sick, how they love being pregnant, how they got as big as a house, all the weird things their body did, their awesome cravings...but nobody ever told me how fast it goes. Granted, the last three years seem like a whirlwind, and time has just flown by since we moved back to Utah, but it feels like not that long ago that I wasn't pregnant, or that I didn't really feel pregnant. The last time I remember really not feeling pregnant was April, and that was just like three days ago, right? It seriously goes so fast . I keep t...

I think I'm going to be pregnant forever. Baby boy seems pretty comfortable in there, and it just wouldn't be my life if for some random reason I just looked like this forever, even after he's born. I just will forever have a basketball under my shirt, and no clothes will ever fit me well every again. I can't believe we have just two weeks left (hopefully) until the big day. We asked the doctor for an estimate on his weight, and he guessed just under six pounds. If he's accurate, and if the little guy comes when he's supposed to, we're going to have just under a seven pound babe on our hands! I was really hoping he would have been born over the weekend, to make selling our Chris Young tickets worth it. We went to the doctor on Friday and got told that I was no more dilated than Brandon was, and we still don't have the baby, so I'm pretty bummed that we sold our tickets. No Cassadee Pope, no Dan + Shay, and no baby. Luckily, we had a really fun and...

The original draft of this post was titled "all the hormones" which basically explains the current title. Last night we went to the store to buy a few groceries, and I decided that chocolate covered strawberries and bananas sounded sooo  good. We went home, dipped the fruit, ate dinner, then watched tv for a bit before we decided it was time for dessert. I had to run downstairs real quick to use the bathroom (story of my life lately), and Brandon started down the stairs right as I was going up them, and we heard a loud crash. Went upstairs to find that Milo had pulled the parchment paper down, and the fruit was all over the floor. I started to help Brandon clean it up, then just got way too sad about the whole situation and cried for literally ten minutes. I swear, these hormones are going to kill me. Past that, I have been feeling pretty emotional about a lot of things lately. Our hospital bags are packed, so I'm excited to meet the babe and see his cute face and give...