It's too cold to go outside, and mom is too sick-feeling to go out anyways. We already made breakfast and colored jungle animals & rockets. Carter spent time feeling Clara kick me in the hips and ribs and built a fort on the big couch/chair. Poor C is counting down the minutes til Grandpa picks him up to take him to the parade. Hopefully the weather'll start looking up soon.
I don't know whether i should be cherishing the time left to rest while uncomfortably pregnant, or looking forward to the time when i trade the resting in for no longer having a basketball inside me.
July 18th, come soon...but not too soon.
Picture messages from nana & grandpa later today...
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