|Linking up with Megan for Dear Monday!|
Dear Monday, My alarm was not a welcomed sound (as if it ever is!) this morning and I was afraid you were going to suck. Thankfully, you didn't.
Dear Kennedy and Riley, I loved getting to spend so much time with you this weekend. However, I think it's going to take this baby-cooking-mama this whole week to recover. My constant requests to have some of your energy were laughed at. I was serious.
Dear Baby Peters, Only 3 more days until we get to see your face (and your genitalia). There are a lot of people in your life who are very excited for this day!
Dear 20 Weeks, Goo! We're rapidly working our way through the produce department in terms of baby's size and halfway done with this pregnancy. Ca-razy.
Dear Hubby, I came home to two separate surprises from you this weekend. The first, you assembled baby's crib. The second, you cut up all of Brock's chicken for the week (that's 10+ pounds, people). I would have never guessed that furniture assembly and the dissection of poultry would make me swoon.