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Random thoughts...

Laying in bed last night, Chris and I watched a commercial that sums up our life with baby. It says something like "when you have a baby, your life changes." I probably didn't get close to what it actually says, but that is the synopsis. Anyway, we are slowly realizing this will be the case.
I came to work today and immediately, two colleagues commented on my hair. I, for one, have not been pleased by my hair, so maybe it was a polite comment truly meaning the opposite. Not sure. My response was, "oh, thanks," while in my head I was thinking, is it the lack of a haircut, which results in the lack of a style or is it the dark shade that my hair has acquired since becoming pregnant (also contributing is the fact that whatever highlights I had in my hair are long gone)?
I have developed a belly-somewhat all of a sudden. I will have to post pictures.
I am experiencing back pain. Probably due to the fact that my already large boobs have become larger and my back can't handle the added weight! Not sure how this will play out over the course of the next 5 months.
I am crying at "A Baby Story." When planning our wedding, I often watched "A Wedding Story," which is before "A Baby Story." I used to think who could get emotional at this stuff. Now I know--pregnant people!!
Chris and I both are becoming more aware of babies. It seems everywhere we go there are a ton of babies and pregnant ladies. Neither of us took note of this before, but it obvious now. Strange.
We are both overwhelmed at the amount of "projects" we must complete before our child arrives. These do not include actual baby preparations. Here is our list:
1. sand the trim (upstairs hallway, master bedroom)
2. paint the trim (foyer, hallway, master bedroom)
3. tear down the attic
4. install a closet organizer (master bedroom)
5. paint the nursery
6. rip out & replace the tile in the bathroom
7. various decorating projects throughout the house
These items are what come to my mind, but I swear I have dementia already....

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