I've had it. I'm done. Not with the pregnancy (maybe a little), but with this week. I'm not sure if I spent too much time outside, worked out too hard, didn't sleep enough (ok, all of the above), but I am exhausted. I feel like it's my first trimester all over again - with more aches & pains. I'm that tired. Tonight is baseball all over again, which I may skip because I'm so pooped. Sorry, hubby. I'm not sure I can do it today. Even if I do have a huge bag of dill pickle sun seeds enticing me with their delightful seasonings.

As of tomorrow, baby #2 has spent 25 full weeks in my belly. The last few have been spent with a trapeze or balance beam because it's a full-on gym in there. It seems the time is flying, yet crawling. How does that happen? When I sit back and think about it, I realize, wow, only three months left! Then I think, holy shit, I have three months left. It's a bazillion degrees outside and we never seem to stop running long enough to rest. I need a break. A nap. For the love of everything delicious, I need a gigantic beer.

In other news...Jack is a total ham. He cracks me up - he loves to talk animals, but yesterday when faced with a toad chasing him down, he was so terrified and I thought he would jump straight into Ma & Pa's pool to escape him. Speaking of swimming, he loves it. He jumps in over and over until his poor little eyes are bloodshot and he can barely catch his breath. Now he likes to push off from the edge and swim underwater to anyone within two feet who will catch him. He wears sweat bands around the house on his little wrists and desperately wants a pair of baseball cleats (which I can't find small enough). He longs to be in the dugout during hubby's games and as hubby coaches, he yells, "Daddy! Daddy! Come get me!". He picked out his new Chucks and decided this time he wanted black and white after weeks of thinking green was the way to go. He never wants to wear pj pants to bed anymore, instead, opting for whatever gigantic baseball t-shirt he can find. He loves to water flowers and ride poor Millie like a horse. Most of all, he loves mommy & daddy and is really starting to talk and love with baby, too. He includes baby in his goodbyes and good nights, and wants to touch my belly more often. He still likes laying on baby, which is becoming quite a difficult maneuver. I won't mention that every other thing out of his mouth is "dog poop".

Other than that, we are plugging away. This weekend will be a plethora of Father's Day celebrations that I am not prepared for. I wish you all a great one!