....and I miss beer. And wine. And alcohol, in general.
My boobs are the size of large melons and cannot be contained by any bra I own.
I can cry at any any given moment.
I crave burgers ALL THE TIME. Fruit, too. Pineapple, strawberries, grapes...gimme.
My nails are growing at record speed.
Little Caterpillar is now swimming laps in my uterus.
I didn't think I could love my husband any more than I do, but I feel like our love has grown exponentially since I became pregnant.
Love grows...this was the motto for your wedding, my sister. This is the truth. How lucky are we? You will be celebrating 10 years married to your sweet husband this September, you gave birth to two of the coolest boys I have ever met, and you care for our dad in the best way possible.
Happy St. Patrick's Day!