My car is on its last legs. Or wheels. Whatever. It’s a hunk of junk and it’s finally starting to act like it. My 1986 Toyota Corolla refuses to start. But I keep driving it.
I just got back from my 32 week doctor’s appointment and all looks just fine and dandy with the babe.
I skipped aquasize last night.
It has been so devastatingly hot here lately and my energy was zapped by the time I drove home from work, so the last thing I felt like doing was working up a sweat in the pool.
Last night Steve and I made the trek to the local community college to partake of our first prenatal class. It was very informative and interesting.