*I don't know where I put my phone even though I had it five minutes ago.
*I told my hubby I didn't know where it was at a very convenient time -- when he brought out a big bowl of Dulce De Leche ice cream.
*Wow, the hubs found it in like 2.5 seconds flat.
*So that means I only got the ice cream we were "sharing" to myself for about 5 seconds.
*Sharing ice cream actually means that he is going to give me a spoonful for every four bites he takes.
*Which is probably a good thing because otherwise I'd be a jillion more pounds.
*And my feet would be more swollen than they currently are.
*And this, not the ice cream bites I've managed to wrangle, is why I feel like a blimp.
*So, seven more weeks?