I might get the award for the worst blogger ever. It’s been a crazy time at work. I’m exhausted.
Have been reading lots but can’t seem t find the energy to post. Nothing is really new. I’m growing. Bubble seems to be doing a-ok. The countdown to the start of my mat leave keeps me from losing it on everyone at the office. Do we really need to work till 11 pm every night? I think not.
The baby room is now only half full of office stuff. And the baby cloths are starting to pile up – through none have been washed or anything. The tags are all still on. And the baby stuff is starting to collect around the corners of the house but nothing is out of the packaging yet.
Once a scaredy cat -always a scaredy cat.
Tomorrow we hit 28 W. Getting there.
We’re getting there.