the fake tree i wanted was sold out so i was like 'ok, let's get a real tree'.
my sister (in town from NY) came with me to a tree farm last week so we could pick one out. we spent about 10 minutes selecting the perfect 4.5 footer.
but lo and behold. neither of us could carry it. i was like 'don't look at me. i'm pregs.' and she was like 'i can't do it. it's heavy.' so it was a fail.
and then this weekend FLEW by and my husband and i had zero time to pick up a tree.
and i kind of feel like this past weekend would've been the last to pick up a tree without feeling like it was a waste.
so while he was at work today, i did this.
*held together with scotch tape and love*
can't wait for him to come home and make fun of me. whatever. i need my tree.