Project Baby | Week 10 | Lawton Oklahoma Lifestyle Photographer

Hello me name is Nicole and I can not stop trying to plan my life out. I get thrown curve balls and realize I should stop, but I don’t. It is a horrible habit and maybe I should google help, because let’s face it google saves the day, everyday! This weekend I got slapped with what I’m feeling is a setback, but only because I am being too blind for the moment to see the good that will come from this. I only say this based off of past experiences, so hopefully like all those times it will be true this time as well. But this morning I awoke after a dream, one I had to laugh about out loud to myself. I wanted to call someone but what better way to remember these fun pregnancy dreams them documenting them. It has become a pretty common occurrence having crazy dreams and remembering them, before I would maybe remember 1 dream all year. It started out pretty great sitting with my nieces and nephews at Mcdonalds. Weirdly, because it is a dream, we were sharing the table with mom and one of her kids. So lots of kids at this table equals lots of kid meals around, along with my very own kid meal. All of a sudden the mother grabs my kid meal, I am thinking to give to her kid even though her kid was eating one already. I snatched that thing of chicken nuggets right out of this strangers hands so quick. I woke up after that and realized only a crazy pregnant girl would do such a thing. And then of course I needed some real Mcdonalds in my life. So lazy me just can’t get enough of drive through fast food places. I am not sure if this belly is growing because the baby is or because all the crap I keep shoveling into this mouth of mine. Either way I did get off my bottom today and was reminded just how good it felt, the laughter helped too. I need to do more of both of those. And honestly this picture just doesn’t do me justice – but I am looking forward to watching my visual of my feet shrink.

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