Almost 31 weeks and working Convention.
How has the time passed by sooo quickly?
I know he can't grow any bigger. He's constantly kicking my ribs, that little punk...
We still have 9.5 weeks.
Ugh.
Just come little man, or don't, we need you to keep growing and come as healthy as you can, but I wouldn't mind you coming just a few weeks early, hint, hint.
This was probably the hardest convention yet and the longest hours I've ever worked for an event, plus the worst was not coming home to Cub, swollen feet that made my shoes too small bruising my toes, and letting people help me (because we all know how much I LOVE that).
It helped to see Makenna almost everyday, Tori once, seeing Karalee for 2 seconds, and randomly running into Brent (only the best father-in-law in the world) on the streets of Salt Lake City, and working with such great people.
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