I came up with that word a week ago to describe my state of locomotion: a combination of waddling and limping. The waddling should be obvious, but I had also hurt my heel and was trying to keep my pregnancy weight off of it as I walked. Hence the "wimping." My whole existence right now could be summed up with that word.
May was a full month for us that just blew by without our consent. We had Ballet Recitals, Kindergarten graduations, and trips to the beach.
I was also shocked to look at that morbid little widget up there and have it read 22 days left. Ask me if I'm ready? I was just rereading today from Secrets of the Baby Whisperer how much smoother things go the first few days/weeks if you are organized and have everything in place and ready for baby. I'm hoping this next week will allow me to work on that. Shocking. Really.
