26 weeks
I was in denial about pregnancy hormones until this last week. Jason was standing in a line, and a man walked up, sized up Jason, and then cut right in front of him. Cue the instant RAGE. I wasn't annoyed, or frustrated, or put off, I was FUMING! Jason had to restrain me.
And then, the other night, Sam threw away three leftover strawberries and I cried. Literally shed tears over the tragedy of those three strawberries that were in the garbage. HA! I've officially earned the title of crazy pregnant lady now!
And now I'm spending my Sunday afternoon making to-do lists and gearing up for this week. It's going to be a crazy one. Remember the insanity of taking my fifth graders camping for three days in the snow last year? Yeah, I'm doing it again this week. Only it's supposed to be torrentially downpouring, not snowing. (Can't decide if that's an improvement or not?) The best part is that on Friday night, it will all be over. I can come back to the world of yummy food, warm showers and comfortable beds, AND IT WILL BE SPRING BREAK. With that kind of light at the end of the tunnel, I say bring on the craziness.
Happy Sunday, people.
Have fun,
don't cut kids in line,
and don't ever throw away strawberries, eh? :)