Early this morning as I was driving Lizzy up to the bus stop I saw a coyote run across the road. Isn’t that crazy?!
I mean, I know that we live in a semi-rural area. And we have heard coyotes howling at night. And our stray cats keep disappearing, which we have blamed on the coyotes each time. But, still… it was kind of trippy to see one just up the road from our house.
And on another note, the pregnant-ier I become, the more I think those “I didn’t know I was Pregnant” ladies are full of crap. Lydia will kick me so hard that it takes my breath away. I guess (maybe) I can understand missing the heartburn, the aching hips, the charlie horses that make you wake up screaming, the acid reflux that startles you awake and makes you inhale bile into your lungs (that one is really nice. You should try it if you haven’t yet.), but HOW do you miss the kid kicking your ribs in? I don’t understand.