Well, it’s week 23.

Which, for me, really means I am starting the third trimester. You think I’m kidding. Sadly, I’m not. At my 21 week appointment they measured my belly at a whopping 26 inches (or 26 weeks). Yikes! So it’s probably safe to say that at this point–I am as big as a prego lady is at 28 weeks with one baby. Oh, Lordy.  How, just how, am I going to make it to the end? Anyway, here are a couple things I learned this week:

Do:

• Buy an awesome broom like this. (Because bending over stinks.)
• Have the cleaning lady come once a week.

Don’t:

• Wear shoes with laces.

Won’t:

• Have any cabinet below four feet organized till Christmas. (If I knew how to add an emoji here I’d add the sad faced one with a tear falling down it’s cheek.)

Want:

• To buy some slippers you can mop the floor with. Next time I’m in Wal-Mart in the “As Seen on T.V.” isle, I am looking for them.