Armless hands, and a present that can not be held.
Around the holidays you hope for things like Mother's Day Miracles (probably the only people that will get that reference don't even read my blog). But instead when I was setting up Christmas in my house we had a tragedy. I open one to find this:
He should look more like this:
PS sorry for the sorry blogposts lately. I'm terribly uncomfortable, and I'm hoping this baby comes in a matter of days or hours, not a week or more, I don't know how much longer I can last. Almost everyone I see tells me I either look miserable or really tired. Both would be the case. Today I looked in the mirror and realized what they are talking, the circles under my eyes look about as bad as a meth addict. I can't help it, I sleep as much as possible, but that isn't much, I'm too uncomfortable and any sleep I do get is not very restful. My husband says I'm miserable but no where near labor miserable based on our last experience. I told him maybe I was just handling it better this time, he said that was true, but I still have a ways to go. Six days until my due date. We'll see if I get lucky. Plus I'm hoping I don't get as miserable as I did last time.