Dear 80 degree Orange County weather: Yes, yes, yes. Everything about you just feels so right. Thank you for warming my bones and soothing my soul.
Dear pregnancy/travel/not sleeping with husband induced insomnia: Screw you.
Dear bags under my eyes: See above.
Dear Livestrong and Lance: Continue to separate yourself from your founder and you will continue to do just fine. And Lance? I'm not mad atcha.
Dear Baby Nate (Is it true? Am I really calling him that name?): We are entering into that stage where you're big enough to make me physically sick with your movements and kicking. Don't stop moving because that would scare me but tone it down in there a little. Thanks.
Dear body: This isn't easy on either of us. I can't wait to reconnect with you and make you hard again. Less than 10 more weeks. Hang in there.
Happy Friday. My baby shower is tomorrow. I can't wait to see my California friends and celebrate my little baby boy.
Enjoy your long weekend. Any big plans?