I’ve been staring at this all afternoon.

It’s the view from our honeymoon suite.  It makes me miss the crisp air, the vibrant leaves, the silence..

I’ve been trying to force an upbeat attitude, but I’ve got the pregnancy blahs something fierce.  It’s frickin’ hot outside, we have tons of baby stuff to do (and really, no drive or means to do them), and Tony is practicing to be Beckham all the time.  There is constantly a drumbeat on my belly. 

What’s really weird is that I’ve been trying to cry all day.  Why?  No idea.  I’m bummed, sure, but that’s never had me cry before.  I’m not really a crier.  But every time I look at this picture, I tear up.  Cause I’M LAME.

Look at that picture and take a deep breath.  Doesn’t it just fill your lungs with cool, fresh air?  You feel cleaner.  I do, anyway.  Then again, I’m a dork.