Bonus points for the Stinkbug

So I’ve been a little frumpy lately. Ok, a lot frumpy. A couple months of feeling sick and hiding out in sweats and t-shirts do funny things to you. Wait, who am I kidding? I love sweats and t-shirts even when I’m not prego. Alright, I wear them 70% of the time when I’m not pregnant, and 99.9% of the time when I am. How’s that for honesty?

But you know how it feels, just feeling icky? Even when I try to fix myself up, I’m very aware of the belly (in the stage where people can’t tell if I’m prego or just gaining weight), the swelling, and the varicose veins. Oh the wonderful veins. I won’t get into those, because they deserve an entire post to themselves. They may be the death of me.

Today my husband comes home from work with flowers. Loads of flowers. In pots, hanging pots, vases, and some are seeds. I guess that ‘teacher appreciation day’ fell on some kind of national flower day too. So the kids brought flowers. Pretty cool, right?

My four year old Stinkbug’s reaction as she gasped? “Dad, did your kids bring you all those flowers because Mom is so beautiful?”

And my sweet husband said “Yes, they sure did.”