so, this is a morning of note.
hence, this is me, taking note.
p.s. I was going to attach two images... one of my running/walking shoes, and one of my jeans... but alas, blogger was having issues. so, just IMAGINE those two images as you read. ok. good. thanks.
A few weeks back, I asked Aaron to pull down my MATERNITY box of clothes from the tippy top of our garage. We had both noticed my expanding belly, so I decided to have him grab the box for me.
So, he did. And, it's been sitting at the edge of our bed for a few weeks. I pulled out a few items to remember what clothes were in there (as if it's been THAT long), and cringed at the selection. By the time I had Matilda, I was SO sick of those blasted shirts. I got to a point of recycling the same 5 shirts every week for so long----let's just say, the memories came flooding back.
So, here I am at 20 + weeks (sorry, I have no idea what week I am), and even though I can still wear my regular pants, and they button up fine---they are getting a tad bit uncomfortable, as you can imagine.
I put on my trusty GAP maternity jeans from the last go-around, thinking it would be a sad day in my life----but it's just the opposite! I AM SO STINKIN' COMFORTABLE!!! I keep thinking, why didn't I cave earlier!?!? No shame, people. No shame.
So, I've got the Pants on (I think I should capitalize them, like they do in the book Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, b.c they feel THAT special to me). Feeling good.
That's my story. There's the 411.
Oh, and to forewarn my neighbors of the site you may be witnessing early in the mornings---the whale of a tale you see each morning JOGGING with a little Matilda in tow? Yes, that would be me. I know. Why I decided to start jogging is totally beyond me.
I've always had the motto of "don't run unless you are late, or being chased"---but one day, I just decided to do it. And, I've been at it each morning for almost two weeks now (well, to be TOTALLY honest, I skipped Sunday and Labor Day Monday with the boys in town). But, still... if you aren't impressed, I am. And so are my mom and sisters. Not to mention, Aaron. He's like, "What? Really? You ran and you weren't scared someone was following you?" Well, he didn't say that in so many words, but I know he was thinking it.
That's the story of our lives for this very moment in time.
I have a BIG exciting BOMB to drop here in a minute. Well, both my sister, Becca, and I do. And, it's been in the works for a few months now, and we are finally at liberty to SHOW and TELL! Whooo! Whooo! Hold on to your hats, folks. It's pretty rad.
Until then, I'll be sweating my guts out here in the big San Antone with my very COMFY stretchy waistbands!
Bring it, yo! Bring it!