I'm feeling...

tired
big
frustrated (no snow in mid-November?! It melted.)
irritable
happy
blessed
excited
ready
weary
grateful
curious
glad
merry
sad
sentimental
silly
joyous
loved
heavy
achy
homely
cozy
beautiful
ridiculous
unsettled
comfortable
content
motherly
mean
grumpy
sorry
waddle-y
nervous
incapable
strengthened
cared for
slow
able

So, in other words...I feel pregnant!

Comments

  1. carrieNovember 21, 2008 at 6:42 AM

    Wow. I could identify with all of that, and I'm *not* pregnant. ;-)

    I still can't believe there will be another baby girl to love and kiss on this Christmas. Can't wait!

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