Post Christmas this year is an interesting time. Christmas Eve was not as planned, Christmas Day was fantastic beyond my wildest dreams, Boxing Day was a bit of a let down, mostly because I had no energy due to being 32 weeks pregnant and contracting a cold.
Today I had my placenta previa ultrasound, woo hoo it finally moved far enough out of the way that we don't have to worry about bedrest and c-sections. Showed up for my appointment half an hour early intending to knit, it's a good thing I did because I had the time wrong and was actually a minute or two late!
Am currently chowing down on California Rolls from the Grocery Store and loving every brown riced, fake crabbed bite.
Slipped on the ice as I got to work today and had to file worker's comp because I pulled something. The Tylenol I'm taking for my cold seems to be helping with that so I remain hopeful that there will be no last minute trip to the Dr.
Toby is at home with Grandma as daycare is closed till Thursday. He was very excited about that this morning and will be even more so when he realises that lunch with Pepere is on the cards.
Everyone from small group, past and present are coming over tonight for yankee swap and sandwiches. I may bail on them and end up fast asleep in some corner of the house. The house is currently trashed and I don't care that we have company coming over. I'm either growing or Husby is slipping something into my tea!
One minute he's a jerk, one minute I blame my hormones. It's an even balance that I'm learning to live with but I feel that we are back to our pre-Boston-mini-break doldrums. Could just be the amount of wrapping paper still littering my house and the fact that Charlie gets here really really soon.
For right now I have decided that I never want to be pregnant again. I'm missing wrestling with Toby, I'm missing having a clean house in a way that only I can clean it, I'm missing having any energy, I'm missing not having to nag to get anything done, I'm missing playing full tilt with Toby and not feeling tired after five minutes, I miss my underbelly! Ask me again when Charlie is two and I have no one to put in sweater dresses and I may have a different comment for you.
Cricut cartridges that were not received as Christmas presents are now on the way using Amazon Affiliates money that I was going to use to pay down the credit card bill, ah well, once a year I can splurge!
Post Christmas = scatter brained.