Eight and a half weeks still to go (but who's counting, right?). I've reached the miserable, uncomfortable, always achy and exhausted stage. And what brain I have has been turned to mush. But on the plus side, The Bean is very healthy and active and I finally gained a couple pounds. The second thing is usually not cause for celebration, but I hadn't gained anything in my second trimester (3 pounds in the first) and the doctor was starting to question whether I was eating enough. I have been, believe me. I feel as though I'm always eating.
Crafts have taken a back burner for a little while. I'm not crocheting or cross stitching much, but I've been getting a lot of reading done.
I always have to read multiple books at once. As long as the storylines are different, I don't get confused.
Here we have a family drama, humor (Dave Barry cracks me up), history, and inspirational fiction.
Adventure, inspiration, and psychology.
Thanks for reading.