On the left: my normal, pregnant self; on the right: what happens when PJ says "can you be a little sassier?"
top: Old Navy (last pregnancy)
pants: ON (recently)
shoes: most awesome Target sandals ever
It's a good thing I begged my hubby to take pictures yesterday morning. I don't look sick at all! However, as the day wore on, the sneezes took over. And I'm not talking about cute, ladylike sneezes; these are big-man-style sneezes, six or seven in a row, that usually leave my ribs a little sore the next day. I think I have an allergy to something that builds up over the course of two or three weeks and then it must be sneezed out. It's so strange. Typically, I just work through it and try not to sneeze directly on any of my students, but sneezing while pregnant is a delicate thing. (If you've been pregnant, you understand what I mean...) So, I'm hanging out in yoga pants and a t-shirt on the couch today.
I've been trying to avoid taking a lot of meds while I'm pregnant (especially since I haven't been avoiding the McDonalds or the pizza), so I figured the best medicine for my sickness today is a big dose of awesomeness. And awesomeness is best when shared:
Cara "reading" her books to me last night was awesome. I might not have understood the plotlines, but she thought she was big stuff. "Cara reading, Mommy!" Who cares if she talks about herself in third person? Reading is much more important than personal pronouns.
Going to an IB conference in Atlanta in a few weeks will be awesome because there is an H&M MATERNITY (!!!!!!) close by.