We must be getting into the third trimester

Because hoo boy.


1. I am super hot and sweaty and stinky all the time. This has resulted in a new game I like to call Tearing Off My Clothes the Second I Get Home From Work and Making Dinner in My Underwear. If I Even Make Dinner, Which, Don't Count on It. Except then one time I had to up the ante and move on to Making Dinner Completely Topless. GH wants to know how he missed that. Apparently I do everything good when he's not around.

2. I took a walk during my lunch break to drop a letter off in a local mail box. It took about 4 hours to get to the mail box and back. Realized I was waddling. Slowly. This didn't seem to have anything to do with pelvis changes, more to do with the part where I'm convinced my bladder is going to drop out at any second. That'll make ya walk careful.

3. The two cute maternity dresses my sister Jenny lent me are not working out, as they take great delight in hiking up well past my knees every time I move. And, unlike some people, I don't actually wish to use my white temple garments as free leggings. (Feel the shame, some people.) So that's not going to work, really. I spent the entire drive to the temple last week with my skirt hiked up around my waist, bellowing about how I look like a slut-whore. This, I find, really gets you into the temple spirit. Yes it does. Felt much better once I got inside and changed into a nice white mummu from the clothing rental ladies. I love them. Them, and air conditioning.

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