...and I am so sick of bananas. Instead, I make banana bread from the very ripe bananas that I look at with disgust. (I have some baking in the oven now. I like to add chocolate chips. I call it "monkey bread")
I am unusually scared of falling. I keep imagining all these different scenarios where I fall directly on my belly. I step lightly and carefully because of this.
I am so clumsy. I keep knocking into things. Stupid center of gravity.
Little Caterpillar can hear and recognize our voices now...allegedly. Music seems to soothe little one. Caterpillar stops kicking and moving around when I place the headphones over my belly.
Jon surprises me with little treats almost every week. Yesterday, it was a delicious chocolate cupcake with cream cheese frosting. I love that he does this. I love him so.
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