Can you believe this weather? Yesterday one of my friend brought up root beer floats in casual conversation and how they’re just right for this time of year when it’s way warmer than you expect it to be and you’re always a little overdressed. Why, yes, I think that exactly describes it. So while I was out picking up bread today I also picked up the fixins for floats (and some peach sorbet and Haagen Dasz ice cream bars). They were so good. So, so good.
What else is going on? Let’s see. It just sort of hit me that being in 30 weeks pregnant, that being in the third trimester means that I’m kind of running out of time. For what? I don’t know. To pretend that I might magically get the urge to nest or a minute to take a nap or I don’t know to somehow become adequately prepared for the impending transitional state that will be my life for several months at least until I get the hang of it again. That sounds kind of bleak. Maybe that’s because I thought that I missed Chase’s checkup today for the THIRD (possibly FOURTH!) time. What’s up with that?! Luckily I realized that it’s tomorrow before I actually missed it which is how I missed it last time… by thinking I’d missed it the day before. Crazy, I know. Ben keeps asking me what it’s like to live here in Crazytown. I really am excited though. Really. And only a little anxious.