I did none of it.
I did manage to buy some maternity clothes because the things I can wear are becoming increasingly small. I have gotten the impression from the blog world that the cool thing to do is go as long as possible without needed maternity clothes. Not totally sure why this is.
One day last week, my pants were so uncomfortable that I had to actually COMPLETELY unzip them, while at work. And then I accidentally flashed our receptionist my underwear. I decided that would be the last day I didn't wear maternity pants.
Turns out all the pants I bought are a little on the large side. However, I do believe by the time the babe gets here, they will probably fit just fine. Oh joy.
Onto Sunday... I thought for sure I'd get a ton of stuff done. Laundry for sure if nothing else.
Nope.
Church. Grocery store. Lunch. Headache was coming on. Two hour nap. Then it was time for Phil to call his parents. And that was about six kinds of frustrating. By the time we went to my parents house for dinner (hooray for my mom keeping me from having to cook), my trusty friend Tylenol was doing little for my head.
Long story short, my headache woke me up twice, made me late for work and still won't go away. Plus, I spent the morning calling my endo's office because they haven't called me back about my blood test (turns out the wonderful lab I had it done at didn't send it to him so now I get to call them), calling my perinatologist's office to get my ultrasound scheduled even though they were supposed to call me to schedule it. Their next available is two weeks after we were hoping to have it done. My hormonal self almost lost it after that.
The day is only half over and I'm just sure things will get better for me. Or I will cry. It's definitely one or the other.
I need this guy to cuddle with me tonight.
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He did cuddle with me this morning. He was the big spoon (arm drapped across my arm and everything). It was really cute.
