^and then I anti-bacterialed my hands immediately after realizing that touching leaves on a city street is so gross. :)
In the car, on the way home from the library yesterday, I looked down at the temperature and said to the boys, "Can we please talk about how it is 35 degrees?!" Without missing a beat, Charlie said, "Nope!" Smart boy. It's way too cold.
I'm 33 weeks this week. This pregnancy is flying by. I'm one of those crazy ladies that actually loves being pregnant. (Minus the very beginning when I felt like I had the flu for 2 months.) I know that terrible, lonely feeling of wanting so badly to be pregnant, so when I am, it all seems so amazing.
Both of my boys were giant babies, so around 38 weeks (Christmas!), I might be struggling a little bit. But for now, I'm embracing the hugeness that I am, and loving all the belly movement, the slight waddle, and especially all the extra chocolate chip cookies I keep justifying eating. :)