She should be writing her ABC's, drinking a kale smoothie, and asking for, I dunno, broccoli.
Right now I'm camped out in front of my laptop writing this and shopping on Etsy, when I should be organizing the endless stream of toys that leads from room to room, or folding laundry or unloading and reloading my dishwasher. I should start dinner. I should probably find some sort of prenatal work out dvd to do! I should read at least one important novel before the baby arrives. I should probably do some volunteer work. I should find a dog training system that will keep Georgia from peeing on the carpet ONCE AND FOR ALL. Should. I really should.
