The best day of the year is June 24.
That is my birthday!! (Next friday in case anyone was wondering).
As long as I can remember, the number “24” has been my most favorite number of all time ever, amen. It is my lucky number, the number I choose for all things, the number that is constantly in my mind. Whenever I hear anything related to the number “24”, I get all warm and fuzzy inside.
True fact: my “boy going home” outfit for Baby B is a green and brown jogging suit that has the number “24” on the front and says “awesome” underneath the numbers. (yes, I know babies can’t jog, but just in case it’s a “he” and he comes out ready to exercise, I don’t want to hold him back).
I love 24.
24 + Melissa = BFF.
24 for President.
Today I turn 24 weeks pregnant. I’m thinking that this week needs to be the most special week ever! What should I do to celebrate the number 24??
Ice cream every day this week? – eh, I eat ice cream every day of every week anyways.
No exercise for a week? – well, I haven’t really been exercising regularly for the past 24 weeks, so it wouldn’t really be “a week off”.
Deciding how to celebrate is difficult.
Here I am today, at 24 weeks – great with child.
Pardon my puffy face.
Here is a side shot.
Pardon my puffy….
well, my entire body is puffy, so pardon the whole thing.
My mom is begging for a side shot pic, so I have to post one for her…
…otherwise she might tell me that I was not actually born on the 24th, and wound my soul forever.
24, 24, 24 – what should I do to celebrate 24!?
I’ll keep you posted…