Delirious, Part 5.

Thirty-one weeks?  Mark this one as the week where my brain turns to mush. 

Sherlock Holmes.

Esther Bester (her nickname… one of many).

Snacky cat.

Alarm clock.

Pancakes.

Mmmm…

No, wait.

Blech.

No more pancakes.  Ever.

Pens.

Envelopes.

Stamps.

Addresses.

The hunt for addresses.

Cleaning.

Hall closet is purged!

Nesting.

Trashing.

Donating.

“Brian, what is this?  Do we need it?”

Water.

Cold.

No straws during the pregnancy.  Takes too long.  Too thirsty.

The light.

See the light.

Enlighten.

Prayer for friends and family.

Love.

Need to love.

Love does not equal professionalism.

Love does not equal politeness.

Love is more.  And intentional.

Crock pot.

Recipes.

Tired.  So tired.

Where did August go?

Where did my toes go?

Belly talk.

Tons of movement.

Good night, except it’s the morning.

*sigh*

5 Comments

  1. August 23, 2012
    Laura

    This makes me smile and laugh. I have had that list before. Your toes will return and you won’t feel so scatter brained. Well maybe but the list will be different. And prob shorter! Hope your doing well!

  2. August 23, 2012
    Momma

    Thanks for brightening our corner of the world. 🙂

  3. August 23, 2012
    melody

    LOVE DEFINITELY DOES NOT EQUAL PROFESSIONALISM. LOVE TO KNOW THE STORY BEHIND THIS ONE!!!!!

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