Hey you guys! How you doin?
I'm... recovering, I guess you could say. A friend of mine mentioned that she is disturbed by the huge build-up to Christmas, only to have it end in one day. Sure, we stretch it out and make Christmas Eve part of the holiday, but then it's over. Add into that scenario the whole we-were-with-our-humongous-families-for-8-days-and-now-we're-by-ourselves-again, and you've got yourself one weird set of feelings. Perhaps you've got something similar going on.
Luckily, if you're me, you've also got yourself a rad new pair of boots!
I'm not sure if I love them because they're awesome, or because they're a bit ugly, but I really just don't care. I love them, I love them, and I don't care who knows it! I love them so much, I went though the trouble of tugging them on at 34 1/2 weeks pregnant, which was no small feat. And I did it several times that day. I wanted to wear them today, but Handsome is back at work, and I didn't have anyone to pull them off for me. Much as I love them (have I mentioned that I love them?) I do not want to sleep in them.
I've got more to share later, but I wanted to pop in and say (1) that I haven't had the baby yet, despite my 3-week blogging hiatus, and (2) that I hope you all had a very merry Christmas, and that your new year starts off right. I'm planning to wear these boots to ring it in. If I'm not sleeping by the time midnight rolls around. As I've already said, they aren't for sleeping.