Dinosaurs.

I feel like there are dinosaurs covering every inch of my house. After all the birthday fun was over, we had to find a place for them all. We had a lot of toys my kids are "too old for" or just never play with anymore so I filled a box with them, labeled it "Toys For Baby", and decided they can live in the attic for the next nine months until we're ready to love them again. That's the art of kids' toys- When you add, you must take away.

I suspect that's the only particularly productive thing I've done this week. I spend my mornings lounging in my fuzzy pink robe with my mug, my afternoons plotting what new thing I'm going to try to cook for dinner, and my evenings staring at the classroom clock and wishing I was home instead. My reserves of second-trimester energy are all gone now. J and I are trying to go out together as much as we can before the baby is born and everything erupts into chaos. Last night we went to Macabaret. I'm loving the excuses to put on lipstick and dresses (and spend time together too, duh). It's getting more challenging these last two weeks. For one, I have basically three "dress up" outfits that still fit me. Secondly, the next day I'm a puddle of a person, so I'm trying to save the date nights for things we really, desperately want to go to. There's still a few of those left between now and D-Day, whenever that blessed event decides to arrive.