So, this picture has nothing to do with this post. I just think my son is cute. A couple of weeks ago, he cleaned out this cupboard, climbed in, and shut the door. This is the cute face we got to see over and over again when we asked "where's Nick?" I love it.
Many of you will be happy to know that I am no longer counting down the days, hours, minutes, and seconds until I go into labor. This is partly because of a comment that my wise brother, Daniel, made to me (something to the effect of "that's a stupid thing to worry about when you have absolutely NO CONTROL over it," but in much nicer terms), and mostly because of the awful, and I mean AWFUL, haircut that I got on Thursday. Despite spending Thursday and Friday trying not to burst into tears whenever I thought about it, avoiding mirrors at all costs, and sporting my wonderful husbands Colorado Rockies hat for most of the day today, I have come to the realization that this disastrous haircut is actually a good thing. For one thing, it's a distraction. For another, I actually realize that it's a really vain and trivial thing to be so upset about, and I remind myself of this constantly, because who wants to be vain and trivial? So while you will not be seeing any pictures of me on this blog until my hair grows at least three inches, I just wanted to send it out there that until my bundle of joy comes, I will be enjoying being waited on hand and foot by my husband, sister, and mom, spending my last one-on-one moments (for awhile anyway) with my adorable two-year-old, and being grateful for all that I have and everyone I love. And chances are, if you're reading this blog, that that includes you.
