I’m sitting here, sipping on my red raspberry leaf tea, hoping that it helps put me to sleep. I took a nap much later in the day and while it felt glorious at the time, it is definitely not conducive to getting to bed at a reasonable hour AKA now.

I’m 35 weeks today, bitches! And I’m over it. Well, not exactly. I’m over using the bathroom every 10 seconds. If it weren’t for that, I wouldn’t complain too much. However comma I can NOT handle rolling myself out of bed every hour or two to go to the bathroom any longer. But what can you do? SUCK IT UP!

I went to the chiro today and that was fantastic. I think I’m going to go once a week until Chase decides to come hang out and hopefully that will help with my sciatic issues - which when it flares up, I look absolutely redic. Picture me holding my left leg-butt, (Steve and I agreed that leg-butt was much more official sounding than butt-leg) and doing this weird reverse squat/lunge, kick-back thing. Yeah, that’s what I looked like in the middle of Old Navy a few weeks ago.

We’re back in sunny Florida (thank goodness) and I could’t be happier about that. We are finally able to make all meals at home and roam around our house, that now seems massive compared to the tiny hotel room we’ve been staying in. We have an appointment with Suzy we start our Bradley classes back up tomorrow.

Chase has been a busy little boy, doing who knows what in there. We got most of his stuff out of the boxes (from the showers), set up, and ready to rock. Steve said he was kind of disappointed at how easy it was to put everything together, to which I responded that if he would have been deployed during this and I was putting everything together myself...I would probably cry. A lot.

So! Here’s some pics for your viewing pleasure.
34 WEEKS. Gotta love my stank face!

35 WEEKS (Taken tonight)

Steve making things happen. He’s working on the swing here.

I have no clue how I made those two pictures side by side as I just spend way too much time trying to figure out how to get the other ones the same. Whatever. Keep it real! And please ignore any grammar errors. It’s late, I’m tired, and I’m not proof-reading.