My butt is growing faster than my baby bump. My roots are growing out faster than my baby bump, too. So now I just look like an unkempt, disheveled woman, waddling about. Eh, that's pretty much how I feel, too.
The last thing I tried to make was a baby blanket. I majorly screwed it up once, and had to rip the stitches out of the whole darn thing. It's almost finished correctly now. But it's August, and 100+ degrees out there, and not the greatest time to work on huge flannel blankets.
I recently managed to bang my forehead on a folding chair hard enough so that it still hurt days later. Then, I managed to get barbecue potato chip dust in my eyes. Awesome.
The heat is causing the bunny to shed like crazy. There is bunny hair on every surface in this house. It's pretty gross. And Mr./Mrs. Spoiled Finnegan refuses to let me brush him. Bunny scratches hurt.
Oh, and Dan broke his toe. Not because of the bunny. Unless what caused him to kick the underside of the couch was slipping on a clump of bunny hair. Very possible, actually.
This collection of assorted snapshots is going to have to suffice as a blog post. Who knew that growing a baby sucked all the creative energy right out of you? I won't even mention the scary lack of Etsy sales. Babies suck the marketing energy right of you, too. Darn babies. Also, I'm not so sure what I should be writing about these days. You guys did not come here for a mommyblog. I'm not at all sure that I want to turn into a mommyblog. Carrying on like nothing's changing isn't an option, though, so now what?