My to-do list is getting smaller.
With every meal I think to myself - eat some protein. Drink more water. The marathon may start tonight.
Jason is spending his evenings caulking tubs, fixing the dishwasher, and being very sweet and forgiving as I make demands and repeatedly remind him that I am 39 weeks pregnant.
Truman is surprised at his luck. We watched cartoons last night and ate mac and cheese in front of the TV. He actually confirmed with Jason, "Mom said this was okay?"
I am not ready yet. There is dust on the top of the fridge. I need to rewash the cloth diapers. The floors need a scrub. But we are almost ready. Not yet impatient.
Here are a few photos that I love from Truman's birth: