I feel like I haven’t written in this thing in days.  Which is almost true.  Not quite, but almost.

I don’t have much nice stuff to say right now.  I’m exhausted, as we had our big review yesterday and I’ve worked eleven hours most days for the past week to prepare.  On top of that, I’ve adopted a pleasant upper-respiratory/sinus infection.  Oh, and did I mention that it’s “cautioned” that you not take any allergy medication during your first trimester?

Yeah.  Suck.

I almost “came out of the closet” on Monday afternoon.  I’ve mentioned before that a coworker of mine is pregnant.  She LOVES to play the pregnant card.  She will decline tasks “because of the baby”.  Things like sitting in meetings.  Like stuffing binders.  Like STUFF THAT ANYONE SHOULD BE ABLE TO DO.

After I finished hauling eight boxes of supplies to our war room to build the books, she announced that she couldn’t help us put paper in the binders because she’s pregnant.  And then she said, and no I’m not kidding, “You just don’t understand.”

In my head, I screamed, “MAYBE WE DO UNDERSTAND!  AND CAN I MENTION THAT YOU’RE IN YOUR SECOND TRIMESTER AND HAVE YOUR BODY BACK TO SEMI-NORMAL?  YOU COME IN TWO HOURS AFTER I’M ALREADY AT WORK, LADY, AND WE’RE NEARING 5:30.  I DON’T THINK YOU UNDERSTAND.”

But before any of that could come out, we noticed that she put together the few binders she HAD done backwards.  So we had more work to do, and why bitch at that point?

All of that aside, yesterday went incredibly smoothly.  We’re awfully good at what we do. (Pregnant or not.)

Bryan has been wonderful to me since I’ve been sick.  I really can’t express the exhaustion that is handicapping me, but he’s been so good about picking up where I can’t.  I pretty much konk out on the couch by 9:30, and he will quietly clean up the house around me while I sleep.  He will never wake me up, just sit next to me on the couch, buried in some baby book, until I come to.  Then he will smile at me very sweetly, and ask if I’m ready to go to bed.  I love that man more than words.

He didn’t even laugh at me when a commercial made me cry the other day.  You know that banking commercial that shows a series of good deeds, in a kind of “pay it forward” fashion?  Yeah.  I was a mess.

You know who is most excited about Lil Peep’s arrival?  His big brother.  The Boy is ecstatic, and is almost as doting to me as his daddy.  When I came home and collapsed on my bed yesterday afternoon, The Boy followed in shortly, leaning up next to my face so he could tell me about his day.  His laugh always perks me up.  He’s also gotten quite a bit cuddlier, as we spent most of the afternoon squeezed into one chair, watching cartoons.

Today I’m leaving early because I’ve earned it.  I cannot wait to go home and nap while it rains.