I just don’t. I don’t think it tastes very good. But it turns out that when I don’t drink enough, bad things happen. Not that I haven’t figured that out before (having been rushed to the hospital after passing out at the beach when I was 11 weeks pregnant with Jess, having been admitted with both Sam and this pregnancy for dehydration issues…) but specifically now, it turns out that when I don’t drink enough, I start contracting like mad. So when you see me, just politely hand me the bottle of water because left to my own devices, I’m going to “forget” to drink and suffer the consequences.
Bought a brand new double jogging stroller today. It was expensive, so I panicked a little – major purchases always freak me out, but it’s really the only thing that I have bought new for the baby – and we REALLY needed one. Marc can take the kids jogging with him when he runs, I could even embark on a new fitness routine post-baby (this is highly unlikely, but not outside the realm of possibility). I can put Sam and Harrison in there, strap the baby onto my chest and head out to the library or the park… it’s got kid and parent cup holders, plus lots of storage for library books, trips to the grocery store, etc. Plus, it’s super easy to push, so I’m very excited about it.
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