We watched the final episode of season one of Prison Break last night. All I am left with is a Wentworth Miller shaped hole in my heart.
…then so can I. Here is me, four weeks after birth. I’ve still got a ways to go before I look as amazing as Whoorl does but I am feeling pretty good.
Everyone left such sweet comments about how foxy I looked after Avelyn’s birth but here’s a tiny glimpse into the darkness of what a 40-hour labour can do to a woman.
Last night Steve and I curled up in bed to watch a movie on the laptop. A few minutes into the flick I needed to use the washroom where I realized that there was some bloody show.
Yep, still pregnant.
Are you guys getting as bored of this as I am?
I feel badly for keeping you all in such suspense then failing to deliver the conclusion you’re waiting for.
…because I have been begging Him every night, as I go to bed, for the past week that I will wake up and be in labour. And it it yet to happen.