When I realized I would be 'heavy with child' (how awful is that phrase, by the way? yikes) in the peak of summer, I assumed that August would be the worst month by far. I saw myself sitting on the couch in my underwear, sucking on a freeze-pop, bemoaning my largeness. Honestly though, last month was gorgeous. Just...wonderful!
It was hot enough to feel like summer, but the cooler nights and the crisp mornings were such a gift to this beluga sized momma!
I am happy to see September arrive, but I am sad to see August go.
PS: Dad is doing better, still not a lot of answers, but everything is encouraging! Now he mostly just doesn't like the hospital food! Thank you for your prayers!