Well, Ill will be going on my 36th week and twins are still renting space in the bod, and lets face it, I am worn slam out. Physically, emotionally and mentally I have hit peak. I love when people say, "Stick a fork in me, I'm done." And ironically enough that's me! I think I have surpassed nervousness and am just willing to the day of a good nites sleep and living for myself (I know, its selfish...this is a transparency blog). I spent the night in the hospital last nite, I know...I was a little shocked too. I am dilated 4 cm but with minor contractions I new it would be just another nite. Looking back I'm wondering if maybe the Doctor wasn't hoping for a restful nite, well that was out the window. Between the three monitors jellied up around the body, the soreness of a cot, and nurses who feel the need to wake you ever hour, yeah NO sleep. So tonite, I am at HOME, my most favorite place in the world. My kiddies are nestled tight, a movie is on the agenda and ice cream is definite!
The sweet hub has set some dollars aside to treat myself with a new bag to rock in the fall and winter months. Of course I just cant decide, and to be perfectly honest...I cant get these pups out of my head.
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| via topshop |
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| via top shop |
I die for little loafers, they are the perfect complement with jeans, bracelets up the arm, and large brimmed felt hat. And lets not stop there, they kill the look paired with little black leggings and a oversize sweater, sleeves slightly rolled and golden eyes. Fall perfection!
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